I get a feeling of such calm every time I see it. I suppose it reminds me of early december days, days of warm, smiling bliss, days you spend all-encompassed in a pleasant sort of haze...
I am at a party. The people there are my friends but it is not our party, it is someone else's party we have adopted because the people having the party have moved to a different party next door. It is a pool party, only the pool is more a pond which takes up most of the space of this half indoor, half outdoor room. The water is murky & there are lilypads. Probably frogs & goldfish. There is a long trestle table completely covered in food. Mainly pizza. I swim a little, then I sit next to him on a little bench at a table on the edge of the pond. There is a huge ham & pineapple on the table. We are drinking either cheap cask wine or cheap watery beer. His hair is longer than it is in real life. There are hands on smalls of backs and thighs and lingering looks and then we kiss and fall backwards off our little bench onto the ground, but it doesn't hurt. We both have mouthfuls of pizza. I manage to swallow mine before open mouth kissing starts, but he doesn't. Some of his food goes into my mouth and this makes me feel a bit sick. I swallow to make it go away. He swallows. Eventually between the two of us we have swallowed all of his food and the kissing improves.Then the people come back from next door and find us having their party but they don't mind but we don't like them so we leave.
I wish I had inherited physicality from mother & mentality from father. Instead of the other way round.
Then I would not only be incredibly intelligent, driven, and an amazing musician, but fucking attractive.
instead of a little neurotic, a little mad, a little moody, fairly impressive thighs and hips and anglo face (which doesn't compare to italian with a dash of chinese.)
philosophy 101 as in basic basic philosophy, I'm really not much of a philosopher but here is my question for today>>
SO
I know we have to experience pain, to experience pleasure (if life were all good we wouldn't know it was "good" it would be more a plateau, we feel joy, happiness, pleasure and know it is "good" because of the comparison with the times when we feel sadness, pain.) BUT -why must the pain (physical or emotional) we experience (potentially) reach such extremes? If we only knew minor pain, it would still be enough to enhance the pleasurable times. Pain is relative to our own lives and experience. If you have recently lost a loved one, failing a test will not seem like the worst thing in the world, however if failing is the worst thing that has ever happened to you it will seem like a pretty big deal, and you'll probably feel a lot worse about it than the bereaved person. So I don't understand why we have to experience such heavy depressions and moments of really awful luck. Here endeth the incoherent rant.
2009-05-14
there really is nothing to do on a day like this but sit by the fire and knit.
these are some albums I really love. I mean really, really, like I know I can put it on glow with happiness and I could play it non-stop and it would never get old and yet I worry about playing them too much in case the CD gets worn out or if god forbid I do ever get over it...
Juke Box - Cat Power
Fleet Foxes - Fleet Foxes
Aha Shake Heartbreak - KoL
Vol 1 - She & Him Lovers - The Sleepy Jackson
Stories from the City, Stories from the Sea - PJ Harvey
I'm really pissed off that Mark Wahlberg has been cast as Jack Salmon in the film adaptation of The Lovely Bones. I thought Saiorse Ronan was a brilliant choice for Susie and just now I find out bloody Wahlberg is in it. It is one of my all time favourite books and I'd been hopeful (and pretty certain) that the adaptation was going to be really quite good but now. UGH.
This is just another piece of fucked up news I've had today. I've had enough.