Platonic

I have a goal for you.
I want you to close your eyes and remember something, someone, or a memory that makes you so happy you laugh, or smile...
Now hold onto that feeling and ask yourself what am I doing to make more moments like that, to keep that someone or something in my life.
I want you to remember that corny as is it is life is about these moments because the rest stays here on earth when you die.
Merry Christmas

Reality

Ever seen the movie reality bites, well I decided the title is very powerful and simple. Also extremely ironic that it's a movie title. Hollywood has strewed reality, created reality, and is a major player in the game of social construction. Reality is airbrushed models? fairy-tale endings? hitler killed (refrence to Inglourious Bastards which I personally loved)? gossip columns? I had this class in college that really made me start to question exactly what reality is... I know when somethings real right, cause I can prove it, "pinch me" LOL being the perfect example. But what if everything we've ever known to be true is just a definition constructed by the society we live in. One great example of this is gender. A girl loves pink a boy loves blue, if a boy loves pink its girly, if a girl loves boy shes a tomboy...Why? Because someone somewhere said so, just like it was the "in" colors of a fashion season, who says orange is soooo yesturday or jumpsuits are so last year. Who decides, who is in control? Why am I not in control? isn't it my life or theirs?
My grandmother would always tell me one thing when I was a little girl "the prince is not coming" this is something that has been proven over and over for thousands of women, no? I wonder if we don't set ourselves up for disappointment...It begins with those fairytales, society's version of the perfect man, adonis like gorgeous, goose bumps, romantic sweep you off you feet, harlequin romance, yada yada. We set men up, compare them to an image that maybe we don't even WANT!!! and then we wonder why it didn't work or love doesn't exsist. Another sceniorio is we have this image in our heads but then there is that scary thought that he may never come so we settle for something less, only to think about and its the root problem in the relationship as you slowly maybe subconsiously pick at everything you think is wrong with him. I once heard on a radio show that relationships tend to work better when one partner is better looking then the other. Isn't that the saddest thing you've ever heard in your life, besides cancer, diseases, sick people, old people, child abuse, and the holocaust of course. I mean we thrive on being better and one up so much that we need it in our relationships, or one person has to be dependent, or you need someone to feel grateful that they're with you? WHAT? This is the confusion jumble of thoughts that run through my head, I've decided that or hope that reality may bite but I want my life to stay a mystery...