I�m that friend you were really close with once, and even though we don�t often see each other, we know we still care. I�m that friend you come to visit twice a year from New York or LA or Portland. I�m the friend you ask to read your manuscript before you wander overseas. The friend you tell your darkest secrets to. Maybe I�ve been more than a friend. Maybe we�ve changed at the same rate, ploughing into the self destructive side of the right brained in order to survive a world of investment bankers and computer engineers who sneer at our free spirited passions. We were religious once. And we meant every word we said. And even though we�re sinners now, we still mean every word we said. We're not lukewarm. We're not Desperate Housewives. Why would our imperfections negate our long term adventure of steadfast love? Some marriages are built on love, not promises. The all-or-nothing mentality only has a fifty percent success rate. I�m more of an all-or-all person. I�ll even compromise for all-or-something, utilitarian that I am. Nothing is a crappy alternative in this either/or, black/white, right/wrong attitude of 'let�s categorize emotion so we can control society, blame society, point fingers, and justify our existences.' Am I crazy? Am I disqualified from love because I'm not like the girls in disney films? What way is that to live? Do you need walls to hold you in? Do you need boxes to categorize what your love means to you? Do you need to have a label in order to know yourself? You have a choice. Words are weights. Let the world do as they will. You're free. Do your thing, mamka.
10:52 a.m. - 2008-01-03