I wonder if some of the appeal of books like Twilight, and every Harlequin romance novel ever written, is to experience all the drama of an unstable relationship, while at the same time being able to trust that the motives of the characters are pure.

I’m not excusing the red flags in Twilight, but I wonder if they’re acceptable only because they’re fiction and we know that Edward is the Good Guy. In real life, things are never so clear cut, or dramatic, or exciting. In real life, the screwed up guy hurts you - in fiction, he’s actually the hero, or the protagonist, and he fights against all odds to be worth your time. Perhaps playing with fire in the safety of a fantasy world isn’t so bad. And I’ve said it before - stable romances aren’t exactly thrilling fiction.

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A few years ago, Honda, a college dropout who worked a succession of jobs at video-game companies, began to use the Internet to urge otaku to stand with pride against good-looking men and women. His site generated enough buzz to earn him a publishing contract, and in 2005 he released a book condemning what he calls “romantic capitalism.” Honda argues that romance was marketed so excessively through B-movies, soap operas and novels during Japan’s economic bubble of the ’80s that it has become a commodity and its true value has been lost; romance is so tainted with social constructs that it can be bought by only good looks and money. According to Honda, somewhere along the way, decent men like himself lost interest in the notion entirely and turned to 2-D. “Pure love is completely gone in the real world,” Honda wrote. “As long as you train your imagination, a 2-D relationship is much more passionate than a 3-D one.” Honda insists that he’s advocating not prurience but a whole new kind of romance. If, as some researchers suggest, romantic love can be broken down into electrical impulses in the brain, then why not train the mind to simulate those signals while looking at an inanimate character?
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When you fall in love with someone, you love everything about them, even their faults. You say, “He is so lovely. My God, you should see him eat, he eats like a pig – I love it.
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The love affair had knocked Keats sideways.
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An epic entry about a bunch of crap

My volunteer commitments are now over. Time to get serious.

Job hunting, uke playing, exercise, eating right, writing. No more fucking around - the things that make me happy, I need to actually do.

I’ve already started meditating twice a day (mostly - I didn’t this morning), and have started going on daily walks (again, mostly).

I don’t know why I avoid things I need and largely want to do. The obvious answer is fear, but that doesn’t seem to tell me much. Fear of failure? Fear of success? Fear of the discipline required? Fear of holding myself to a standard that requires effort? Yeah, all of those things. But uke playing? I love uke playing. Why would I avoid it?

No one is going to make my life the one I want but me. And that’s scary. But I have to face it in it’s totality. I’ve grown a lot in that regard, but need to go further with it. The excuses are done.

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waiting…could be the hardest thing by red twolips

The ups and downs of my emotions lately are trying.

I’ve also been keeping incredibly crazy hours which sometimes take it out of me. The other night I couldn’t get to sleep ‘till, well, 8 o’clock in the morning the next day. I generally am up now ‘till 4 a.m. and sleep ‘till at least 2 p.m. It’s not a big deal if that’s your schedule, and I’m getting used to it, but I can’t help but feel I’m wasting the day away. It might be because I’m wasting the days away.

I have a job interview tomorrow. Wish me luck.

Feeling at turns happy and insecure about the boy I’m chasing. It’s going well, unless I compare it to the pace most people operate at. But comparing oneself to others is always death, no?

I’m glad I started meditating again. I hope it helps w/ this crazy thinking. I mean, it will, but not magically. I still have to work to not listen to my own stories.

I’m experimenting w/ tagging. Maybe it’ll work like categorizing. I hope so.

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I think it’s possible that my personality just does not invite chance, serendipitous meetings.
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An instant message from a friend

“Well, I think the lesson you SHOULD learn is that twitter is not a viable medium TO GET MARRIED TO KNOWN BRITISH COMEDIANS”

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Paul Gauguin was a depressed, suicidal stockbroker before he moved to Tahiti at the age of 43 and became a painter. Henri Rousseau was a tax collector until the age of 49; now his paintings hang in the Museum of Modern Art. Gabriel Garcia Marquez didn’t write One Hundred Years Of Solitude until he was 40. I do believe it’s never too late.
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From my Grimm’s Fairy Tales: “My love for her is so great, that if all the leaves on all the trees were tongues, they could not declare it.”

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