"I look great. I'm cool. So what's wrong with me? Why am I alone?"
Looking good and being on-trend do not ensure you will gain a life partner. The criteria is more than just these superficial factors. Doesn't she realise that? Apparently not.
"She lamented her inability to land a stable boyfriend, future husband and potential father to her children." - as above.
What she says next in the article reveals the reason why she cannot get attached to someone on a serious basis.
"She has even offered some advice to handsome men who want to try their luck..." "Her turn-ons include...physical fitness..." "I'm very interested in going out with someone who is big and strong and famous." "I see him and I could melt, she said of (Ryan) Gosling..."
Her emphasis is on physical and worldly attributes. Enough said.
Friday, November 8, 2013
Tuesday, November 5, 2013
Different places in the heart
The new has succeeded in entering the door of the heart, albeit just within the entrance. There is a place for the new and there is an element of its noticeable absence. Fondness is existent and has led to subconscious yearnings.
However, there is an awareness of the disparity and the unsuitability present, due to the lifestyles and the perceptions kept.
Also, there is a definite seeping in of the old. It has penetrated so deeply into the heart that pain is felt when there is a knowledge of suffering. It has become so bonded and intertwined with the sinews and recesses of the heart.
Love is not measured by time in some cases but 12 years is so much more compared to 1 year. They encompass ups and downs in their intensity, both on singular and mutual bases. The treasure box storing such moments is full to the brim.
However, there is an awareness of the disparity and the unsuitability present, due to the lifestyles and the perceptions kept.
Also, there is a definite seeping in of the old. It has penetrated so deeply into the heart that pain is felt when there is a knowledge of suffering. It has become so bonded and intertwined with the sinews and recesses of the heart.
Love is not measured by time in some cases but 12 years is so much more compared to 1 year. They encompass ups and downs in their intensity, both on singular and mutual bases. The treasure box storing such moments is full to the brim.
Monday, October 14, 2013
Progression in interaction
It used to be that there was unnaturalness and awkwardness, especially on my end. With bonding events, I have loosened up and can interact more freely, interspersed with verbal teasing. I am starting to show normal treatment, the way I really am towards my friends.
It is nice to know this. :)
It is nice to know this. :)
Treasured Intimacy
It has come to a stage where physical intimacy is more natural and comfortable. I am not referring to the bestial context but to the harmless, sweet and inadvertent context.
To me, it belies more of emotional intimacy and has divine purity injected into the perception of it. Ultimately, without it, the emotional intimacy has never gone away and facial expressions still reveal it.
A bonus is that courage was finally summoned to reveal true and deep feelings hidden within for some time.
To me, it belies more of emotional intimacy and has divine purity injected into the perception of it. Ultimately, without it, the emotional intimacy has never gone away and facial expressions still reveal it.
A bonus is that courage was finally summoned to reveal true and deep feelings hidden within for some time.
Saturday, June 15, 2013
The intertwining of two different people
Somehow looking at the new reminds me of the old. I am starting to develop deeper imaginings, even to the point of the subconscious's nocturnal workings. Still, it was nice to experience the classic manners of a gentleman for a short while, even if it was purely to offer help :)
To be objective however, the new is not the old. I think thoughts of the old have clouded my perception of the new. They are dissimilar. Their characters, singing and speaking voices, and inclinations are not the same. It is perhaps really the qualities that I look for, which the new somewhat possesses, that draw me in, though he cannot surpass the old. The old ultimately wins.
To be objective however, the new is not the old. I think thoughts of the old have clouded my perception of the new. They are dissimilar. Their characters, singing and speaking voices, and inclinations are not the same. It is perhaps really the qualities that I look for, which the new somewhat possesses, that draw me in, though he cannot surpass the old. The old ultimately wins.
Bonding
The conversations, outings and musical gifts I have been blest with by my bestie; the more comfortable feelings that have surfaced from them; enough to be more frank with him, are really a treasure trove of memories which can be opened again and again, after he has gone Home. It is his legacy to me, our shared times.
We do go back a long way and I am glad I stuck it out by him despite others' dissuasions. I cannot bear to leave him when his best friends have and when he is going through so much. I think he knows by now who is really there for him and who is really good to him. It is not that I want him to know though. Love, after all, is giving without expecting any repayment, just for the good of the other.
I think male and female besties share a special friendship which is different from that shared between female besties. They can be innocently playful with each other, as if they are children. No lustful thoughts about each other cross their minds. Of course, this applies to only platonic friendships based on mutual trust. I witnessed this for the first time. It is really the perception of others that mar this bond. I had this experience with my own bestie but I marred it due to my own romantic thought. :S He probably did it in pure clean fun.
Still, I am proud of having had my romantic feelings for him decreased with time. They are now more platonic. I am thankful that they have been viewed as so too, that he has not been scared off. It made me feel so grateful for our friendship; the fact that it is getting tighter and stronger. Most friendships of different genders don't survive this. It also reflects well on his maturity. It definitely proves the strength of our friendship and affirms my worth as a friend too.
On the other hand, joking about the degree of closeness between friends is not exactly funny. How can one find humour at deceiving someone else about the type of friendship shared with her friend, especially when his future is at stake here? It is not a matter of taking words said too seriously but of "cheating" someone else's perception of the friendship.
We do go back a long way and I am glad I stuck it out by him despite others' dissuasions. I cannot bear to leave him when his best friends have and when he is going through so much. I think he knows by now who is really there for him and who is really good to him. It is not that I want him to know though. Love, after all, is giving without expecting any repayment, just for the good of the other.
I think male and female besties share a special friendship which is different from that shared between female besties. They can be innocently playful with each other, as if they are children. No lustful thoughts about each other cross their minds. Of course, this applies to only platonic friendships based on mutual trust. I witnessed this for the first time. It is really the perception of others that mar this bond. I had this experience with my own bestie but I marred it due to my own romantic thought. :S He probably did it in pure clean fun.
Still, I am proud of having had my romantic feelings for him decreased with time. They are now more platonic. I am thankful that they have been viewed as so too, that he has not been scared off. It made me feel so grateful for our friendship; the fact that it is getting tighter and stronger. Most friendships of different genders don't survive this. It also reflects well on his maturity. It definitely proves the strength of our friendship and affirms my worth as a friend too.
On the other hand, joking about the degree of closeness between friends is not exactly funny. How can one find humour at deceiving someone else about the type of friendship shared with her friend, especially when his future is at stake here? It is not a matter of taking words said too seriously but of "cheating" someone else's perception of the friendship.
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