Wish I could bring her back for him. Even just the once! That would be a superpower that I would want.
I would reunite loved ones and allow them one last embrace, a kiss and a whispered word of love.
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Just another loser with an opinion
Flawed
“For Glynis to get from deciding to the doing was like leaping the stumps of a washed out bridge. To put it another way, she had the engine, but a faulty ignition switch. Glynis could decide to do something and then nothing would happen. It was an interior thing, a design flaw, and probably not one she could fix.”
- Lionel Shriver, “So Much for That”.
This passage is taken from a novel I am reading at the moment, “So Much for That”. The author wrote a book I found quite interesting named “We Need to Talk About Kevin”, thus I was drawn to this new story. I highly recommend “We Need to Talk About Kevin” as reading material. I love the way it examines the relationship between mother and son and the depths with which the narrator struggles with her inherent dislike for him in a world where unconditional love between a mother and child is expected.
I just found out that this novel has been made into a film produced and staring Tilda Swinton (A really awesome red head!) who I think is an exceptional actress so I am excited to see it!
I am not sure how I will like this current novel but I will keep you posted! The particular passage above was one that just stood out on the page. I feel this articulates greatly my own personal lethargy. Big ideas but no motor to power them.
I am quite drowsy as I write this post. Please excuse any flaws.
Tags: lionel shriver, literature, quotes
Antithesis
In order to counteract the negative direction my blog has taken of late I have decided to post at least one beautiful thing each week whether it be a picture, or quote or a piece of writing by some person of talent. I think this is a good way to help improve my mindset and make me examine the brighter things life has to offer.
In honour, I will post this line from Tamerlane (Part II) by Edgar Allan Poe:
“Scorching my seared heart with a pain, not hell shall make me fear again.”
I find it beautiful and meaningful. Obviously, not entirely positive but not negative so that’s a start.
Why?
I have this stupid compulsion to unburden myself via the Internet all the time. I don’t think it is very healthy. Then again maybe it is. It makes me feel better, that I know.
I should probably say this shit to people face to face. Then again at least I have a vehicle for my thoughts other than my own head.
Is it a good thing to write vague emotionally charged posts aimed at unnamed people online or is a direct approach infinitely better?
Onward christian solider
I’m just so angry and I’m burying it. Sometimes it creeps up on me and I want to scream and be melodramatic. Put me face to face with the source(s) of my anger and I probably would. I can make a scene if necessary. I can be that girl. Trust me I have. Bertha in the attic, that’s me.
I want those clones to disappear from my world. To be forgotten and done with like a bad dream. Everyday that passes I wait and hope for it to happen. And I hope for none in their place.
Sadly, this is not how the story was supposed to go. Does it ever go the way it should? Always plan for the best, expect the worst. Keep your expectations low and you won’t be disappointed that I know.
Tags: anger, expectations, melodrama, pain, revenge
Anne Taintor
Love Anne Taintor.
I love Anne Taintor’s stuff. The old fashioned pictures with the totally inappropriate captions which, completely hold true. I just adore them!
I understand completely (however sad that may be), the image of the good woman, trying to be well-presented and behaved but having those conflicting cheeky thoughts just under the surface.
Tags: anne taintor
Looking for something more?
This post is dedicated to those who seek to ruin the happiness of others for their own gain.
You can try as you might to hide your true intentions in a mist of benevolence but your desperation is so transparent that only an idiot could not see through it.
Friendship is friendship but you blur the lines in your mind so as to create the illusion of there being something more. You use words that should not be said. You share thoughts that you should keep to yourself and most of all you are completely opportunistic.
If somebody offers you their trust don’t betray it for a brief warm and fuzzy that cannot be sustained. Hold your head up high and accept the limitations of your place.
Tags: friendship, opportunism
All quiet on the western front?
I am trying to piece together my sense of self worth and focus on the future rather than the past.
I dwell though… and dwell and dwell some more. If there were a competition for dwelling I’d win. Even this writing is an example of me dwelling. See, can’t stop.
The CliffsNotes of my dwelling is that love is stronger than sense. Consequently, love remains at war with sense. Things aren’t pretty. There are casualties like trust and confidence. Can they be rebuilt, maybe? However, things can’t ever be the same. There will always be that creeping feeling that betrayal is just around the corner.
Subsisting on fear of betrayal is like sucking down water instead of air. It is going to ruin you eventually, it will choke you, leave you struggling to live, whether the betrayal is realised or not.
I wish…
I need a weekend away. I’d like to escape from the everyday reality of my existence. The pressure, the stress and the heartache.
I’d like to go somewhere cosy and warm, somewhere with a fireplace and hot chocolate. A place where the stores all sell trinkets and home made jams. And the streets are not busy, they are open and inviting.
I need a good surprise, no more bad ones. No more sadness, only smiles.
Tags: vacation
There’s no such thing as a sure thing
I don’t know how to ever be happy again. All I can see is bleakness and ruin. My life as I once knew it feels like it has been stolen from me. How do I get through this pain and humiliation? My soul aches. I’ve tried to compensate by putting on a happy face but I can’t keep it up. I’m not strong. I am a fragile person.
My imagination is reacting in incredible (Maybe credible?) ways. Betrayal is a terrible visitor. My recommendation avoid it at all costs. Hide from it. Keep it away.
Right now I feel so much fear and loneliness. I want to run away (as I am apt to do) but my heart won’t let me. How can I trust again when it was never my strong point in the first place? Which should take precedence self-preservation or faith?
