Ah, I love Facebook. I have friends in real life, really, I do. FB just makes it easier for me to stay in touch with friends without having to see them.
Har-dee-har-har (or as my fellow browners say "jajaja")
Totally joking.
But seriously, I have friends spread out all over and what a perfect way to stay so in tune with each other's goings on, but social networking sites?
Unfortunately, much like it's older, less sophisticated brother (Myspace), Facebook has been quite troublesome to me. Actually, it's not FB so much as it is some of the people on FB. In one of my earlier posts I mentioned a cousin getting upset because of a joke I made. Over the past several weeks it has continued, different people, same drama. I stay away. I made a vow to stay positive and not feed into the drama.
Here's why, in old school Picosita form...a LIST!
1) Cyber drama is usually instigated by passive-aggressive women who wouldn't normally have half of the guts it would take to make the same comments in real life. They let out tiny bits of frustration and anger through a comment/status update and in true passive-aggression add a :) or lol so you can't turn away and call them out on their absurdity because they we're just "jk'ing"
2) Cyber-drama queens come off as very bitter and angry individuals. I'm not bitter and it takes a lot for me to get angry. So why play the role?
3) It ruins relationships and the ones it doesn't ruin, it strains.
4) I have so much to smile about...so why should one negative remark become the description of who I am and what my life consists of? I feel like I'm selling myself short.
5) I hate even numbers so I gotta throw something else in the mix... My last... There are people everyday, all around you that love misery. They love to see you down and out, and they feel better about their empty lives when they see yours is less then perfect. So why make it easy on them? Pssh. Bump 'dat!
No worries though. This is just Facebook. I still plan on baring my soul via blog . It's my own little diary for all things good, bad, and ugly. it's my therapy. Besides, why spend money on telling someone your problems when there is shopping and brunching to take care of? Just sayin'...
I should write a book. I should write a book about all of my adventures in love and life. I should write about my failures, successes, and my would'ves, could'ves, should'ves. I don't know who would read it and enjoy it. It would merely be a book of problems, but no solutions. I have no answers. Sure, many readers could relate, but what's a good book, without a resolution? I have no resolution.
My thoughts have been on the rational - rational thinking, rational doing, rational words... What would happen if I decided to act out irrationally?
Thanks Thursday night television. You did a number on me.
Hollywood makes it look so easy to act out irrationally and follow your heart. They sleep with their best friend's ex husband, they manipulate the ones they love to succeed - and they do it so easily. Drama after drama, yet they always bounce back, and they always have a friend, and some family that still support them.
Why doesn't it work like that in real life? Or does it? I don't know, when it comes down to decisions, I tend to think of what is right, opposed to what I want. I've learned what I want, is not always what I need. Or is it? Ha. I don't even know.
What happens if we don't play it safe? What happens if we put it all out there?
A friend of mine found out today that a co-worker totally threw her under the bus with a potential promotion. It was completely sneaky, manipulative, and out of the blue. This wasn't gossip or hear say. What this person did, well, this person did. It wasn't a slip of toungue. It was well thought out. Now my friend is reacting to it in a creative manner. She's being very passive agressive. Its all game play because this other girl will break under the pressure and guilt...but when does that rationailty come into play and keeps her from making that chick a bust on the wall? What would happen if she said, screw rationality, I'm taking this bull by the horn, I'm getting down and dirty and in her face. Now we know nothing good comes out of that, but sometimes is it okay, to just go crazy?
Is it too fine of a line to take those risks that no one else will ever understand? To go balls out and not care about what your boss says? Your mom? Your pastor? Your friends? Will you feel instant euphoria then plummet to your demise? Or will you just jump and land on a cloud where no one can bother, judge, or lecture you?
Blah. I'm pretty sure it's somewhere in the middle. You feel the euphoria, fall, break some bones that take forever to heal, but end up with a few friends, a little family that stand by your side...if it was the right decision you'll recover and have peace of mind...if it's wrong you'll live a life of "what if...?"
The problem then is, what is right? What is wrong? And what really, is rational?
Some months ago I asked a musically savvy friend Hance, for any new album/artist suggestions. I love what I love, but tend to find what I love through suggestions from those that love music as much as I do (and, of course, a lot of suggestions from Indie Rock Cafe, Pandora, and Lastfm). I had already heard about Lykke Li but didn't pay much mind to it, but when he told me he was listening to her a lot, I felt compelled to give her a shot. Liked it a bit more then, gave it some time, and these past two days have been Lykke Li mania! A lot of people like to compare her with Lady Gaga, but don't go there....
Check her out - love this song...
Tonight
watch my back so i'll make sure
you're right behind me as before
yesterday the night before tomorrow
dry my eyes so you won't know
dry my eyes so i won't show
i know you're right behind me
and don't you let me go, let me go tonight
don't you let me go, let me go tonight
don't you let me go, let me go tonight
don't you let me go, let me go tonight
don't you let me go, let me go tonight
don't you let me go, let me go tonight
you walk the surface of this town
the high heels above the ground
and high horses that we know
keep us safe until the night
you know them all, i know it all
stay put and play along
'cause i'm looking for my friend
now i got you, got you
don't you let me go, let me go tonight
don't you let me go, let me go tonight
don't you let me go, let me go tonight
don't you let me go, let me go tonight
don't you let me go, let me go tonight
don't you let me go, let me go tonight
don't you let me go, let me go tonight
don't you let me go, let me go tonight
don't you let me go, let me go tonight
i dry my eye, dry my eye
falling deeper by the hour
dry my eye
dry my eye, dry my eye
don't let me fall deeper now
dry my eye...
yeah,
don't you let me go, let me go tonight
don't you let me go, let me go tonight
don't you let me go, let me go tonight
don't you let me go, let me go tonight
don't you let me go, let me go tonight
don't you let me go, let me go tonight
don't you let me go, let me go tonight
don't you let me go, let me go tonight
don't you let me go, let me go tonight
let me go, let me go
let me go, let me go
don't you let me go, let me go tonight
don't you let me go, let me go tonight
don't you let me go, let me go tonight
This past February I was able to catch a show of one of my all time favorite groups, Tegan and Sara. I can't begin to even describe how much I find myself relating to their music. They have a unique way of expressing what types of thoughts, emotions and doubts we as women feel at this game of love. It is so honest, so raw, yet so endearing. Here are a few shots from their show from my tiny little Nikon. I couldn't get the Canon into the venue so forgive the graininess.
Peep this video compliments of wojo4hitz at YouTube of my favorite song off of T&S's most recent album, Sainthood, The Ocean.
The Ocean
When you wake what is it that you think of most?
When your bed is empty do you really sleep alone?
If I imagine you, body next to another.
All around me new love and it makes me sad.
All around me feel assured that you'll be back,
If I imagine you, body next to another.
Stop crying to the ocean, stop crying over me.
Stop worrying over nothing, stop worrying over me.
So it's been so long since you said,
Well I know what I want and what I want's right here with you.
On the drive back here I was worrying over nothing.
On the drive back there tears spilling over something.
When I imagine you, body next to another.
In the door and you're there and you're sorry for the fright.
In the door, can I hear you saying you don't wanna fight?
When I imagine you, body next to another.
Stop crying to the ocean, stop crying over me.
Stop worrying over nothing, stop worrying over me.
So it's been so long since you said,
Well I know what I want and what I want's right here with you.
It's been so long since you said,
Well I know what I want and what I want's right here with you.
In a flash it's back to you, just brought attention to the mess.
In a flash you're on top begging me to understand.
If I imagine you, body next to another.
You drop in for a minute and I'm sorry that I didn't drop in sooner
just to see you and see what you've been doin'.
If I imagine you, body next to another.
So it's been so long since you said,
Well I know what I want and what I want's right here with you.
It's been so long since you said,
Well I know what I want and what I want's right here with you.
*I've updated my earlier post featuring Brand New and added the photos I took at their acoustic show!
Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up.
Pablo Picasso
If I could say it in words there would be no reason to paint
Edward Hopper
Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia
E.L. Doctorow
I paint my own reality. The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration.