Sunday 12 September 2010

Keep calm, and carry on

Do you ever feel like life is passing you by?
I hate those days when you have nothing to do so you just sleep. Or watch tv. Or both.
Dont get me wrong though, sometimes its nice to just do nothing, to have a cba-day. I havnt done a single thing today apart from eat, watch tv and eat some more. I look like a tramp right now with my hair up and some random oversized shirt and jacket I found at the back of my wardrobe. I really don't care. This is my I-don't-care day. Or make that an I-don't-care week. It's just been me, my tv and my thoughts running through my head, eating away at any sanity I ever had.
Seriously, who knew life would be this hard?
Or should I say who knew we would make life to be this hard?
"Our life is frittered away by detail. Simplify, simplify." - Henry David Thoreau

I love films and TV programmes and seeing how much drama is in this fictional characters life. Like, 90210, or Eastenders, or Sex and the City. But I think we should remember that we really should try and stop this 'drama' from manifesting into our real lives. Thats why we have shows like that so we can witness a life full of drama but not have to live it. It's why people write it, so we dont have to live it.
I think I forget about simplicity. Calmness. Serenity. Sometimes, you just need to chiiiiiiiill and cool it right down. Stop and smell the flowers. Niiiiiice.
'Look at us, running around, always rushed, always late. Guess that's why they call it the human race' The Switch.





Friday 3 September 2010

'You've got me laughing while I sing, you've got me smiling in my sleep.'

Have you guys ever seen (500) days of Summer?
And have you ever felt like Tom?

In love?

Like proper love
.
You know the kind. That
gut-renching, stomach-turning, head-over-heels, can't-stop-thinking-about-you, butterflies infested stomach, laughing while you sing and smiling in your sleep kind of love. Or so I've heard.

Does that kind of love even exist. Is love even a 'kind' or a 'type' that can be labelled and categorised like a stack of CD's? Does it hit you like a ton of bricks or creep up on you like the flu? Is it a good or a bad thing? A medicine or a disease.

What is it?
Most importantly, have the movies got it right? Have you ever watched Moulin Rouge or Romeo and Juliet or Titanic and thought, known, that it was the perfect representation of being in love. I mean, minus the dying and sinking ship of course.
Its so elusive yet everybody knows about it. Everybody has heard about it. Its what you strive for in relationships is it not?
I think its sad though.
Love is built up in films like 500 days of Summer, Valentines day and The Notebook to be this feeling that is just so unbelievable your life is incomplete until you feel it. They never mention the watered down version we see so much nowadays. Not that 'kind'. The 'kind' you have for the guy/girl you just met, the 'kind' that's easily replaceable after every break up, the 'kind' that's on again/off again, the 'kind' that just doesn't mean anything anymore because its been wasted on too many ears in the past.
That's not it, is it?
Or
Have we, as a society, become so accustomed to the word 'love' and the feelings that come with it that anything will do. That it doesn't even matter anymore because its just a word you use. A word that has been overused, tossed, turned and churned around in our conversations for centuries.
Have the movies and love songs given us such high expectations of 'love' that no one could possibly even compare to that so its just like 'whatever' now?

Or
Is it somewhere in between the two? In the middle, comfortable. Like a perfect score of 5 out of 10. Is it knowing that the person you're with has got your back. That they will be there whether you win or loose, whether your happy or sad, right, wrong, up, down and while your inside out too. They will be there.
And that you have no choice but to fall in love with them.
And even if you haven't got that, you know that you will one day.



'Robin is better than the girl of my dreams, she's real, ya know' 
(500 days of Summer)