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After nine months, I seem to be kind of warming up to this blogging thing. I have no idea, really, why I started it. I wanted to take Anne's advice (of "art humor larceny") and be sort of curt, informative. But then, I read other blogs that sort of ramble (Dooce, The Hot Librarian), and I dig them too. So whatever. The common denominator seems to be funny. And I am just not consistently funny. I rely on others to inspire whit and cleverness. It would be great in some respects to have blog celebrity. But mediocracy is just my plight. I have done black and white photography, ceramics, knitting, singing, guitar playing, song writing, beading. I can do something well enough to get a decent outcome and positive feedback, but never do I shine quite bright enough. I think many of us would like to have our purpose clearly defined, like Mozart or Michael Jordan. But most of us are just kind of good at something, or partially interested. Mira says she just wants to feel passionate about something. Then I forwarded her a myspace profile of a Civil War enthusiast.
What kind of music do you like? War music
What kind of movies do you like? War movies
Who are your heros? War heros
Yeah, you get what I'm saying. Passion for the sake of, that isn't what I'm aiming for.
Today's topic is back to my problems with romantic involvement. My thoughts are...in this day and age, if you want to get laid, you can. I mean just go get laid already. What happens for me is, I'll meet some guy, goofy, or only quasi appealing, I'll not really think anything of him, but he'll want to hook up. If he is smart enough, or funny enough, or has nice enough lips, I'll eventually want to kiss him. Then we move into the part where they lay it on really thick. They become careless with their words. "I'll be dreaming of you", "I have the hugest crush on you", "I'm falling in love with you". And I'm locked in for the ride. I don't even like roller coasters. What I'm saying is, if you want me to take off my underpants just say so. Don't coax my tender heart out of her cave, or come all up in the cave with her and bring cool, independent films, red wine, or chocolate with you. Don't court my mind, if you mean to be courting my hohynah.