Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts

Friday, March 17, 2017

I was a Dead Head once....

It was the summer of 91 and I had tickets to a Grateful Dead show. I was seventeen years old and so into hippie shit that I tye dyed my sheets and my entire room to match. I was WAY into it and wished I was born in the era when I could have been touring with the Grateful Dead in the 60's. But they were still going strong in the early nineties too. There were never a shortage of people who wanted to live that lifestyle. So I went to the concert and the before show was way more intense than the actual show. There were aisles and aisles of hippies selling jewelry and shirts and pot brownies and tickets. Anything you could want. And there were 5000 VW's of various types to be found. I fit right in. I had my own beaded jewelry I wanted to sell, but I kept getting hassled by cops to move and stop trying to sell shit. Which I thought was weird given how many people were walking around selling pot brownies.

There were also the people who didn't have tickets and wanted them and were holding signs saying, "I want a miracle!" and they wanted tickets. But I wasn't giving up my tickets. I think they cost me $17 back in the day. What a change from today! But I was in love with the scene. I just kept walking around and marveling at everything. There were young people like me there, and also old people who you knew had never gotten over their obsession from the 1960's. I saw naked women walking around like it was nothing, and naked men just hanging out on blankets. Everyone was insane. And the cops really stayed out of most of it. Just circling the crowds and telling me to stop selling, while everyone else did the same exact thing I was trying to do! But fuck the police. It was a love in. And they had no place there. I felt like I'd been transported back in time. I was finally able to live my dream. Being a part of a Dead concert. They didn't have bucket lists back then, but if I had one, this one would have been on it. I am SO thrilled I got to see them before Jerry Garcia passed a few years later.

The actual concert is rather a blur, but I remember being shot with water cannons filled with LSD and everything got fuzzy after that. People were everywhere and it was so peaceful and I remember dancing to Sugar Magnolia and just being in my own little world. I wanted to remember it all, but it's sadly not in my head anymore. I was buzzed out of my mind on drugs and I don't recall a lot of it. Except the feeling. I was fucking in heaven. All my life I wanted to experience the 60's and this was my shot. It didn't disappoint. I just wish I remembered more. But I still have the t-shirt I bought and I still have the tote bag I got from some vendor out in the parking lot. When people ask me about it I tell them I got it at a Dead concert and no one believes me. I guess I don't look old enough. But I am! I was there! I experienced it. And I'll never forget it. At least the parts I can remember....

Sunday, February 28, 2016

The Dregs of Humanity (also known as online dating sites)

So I've been casually looking for dates online for the past year or so, with no real success. Sure, I've had some people interested but as you can see, it went nowhere. And that's because people are fucking crazy, yo. Seriously. I always joke and say I'm crazy, but really these people are ACTUALLY nuts. At least most of them. I met ONE decent guy, and forget the rest. But sometimes I get lonely and I cruise the lovely OkCupid website and see a bunch of dudes like this guy <----- staring back at me. Sorry. Not that desperate. And I feel sorta bad for them because really, who's gonna see that pic and go, "that's my dream man!" Not that I'm a goddess, mind you. But let's give me some credit, okay? I'm better than that.

And reading through the profiles is also good for a laugh. Occasionally someone looks sorta cute so I read the profile and it either says nothing at all. Or it's a fucking manuscript about their life and I just wanna send them a message that says, "tl:dr, dude." (Too long, didn't read for those not hip to internet slang--yes Mom I'm talking to you...lol) Anyway, so we get the silent types and the people who write books and then there's the dorks who usually are only medium cute with cheesy shit like this posted.

Give me a break. With lines like that, all I can do is roll my eyes and skip them with a big NOPE and move on. Like this one dude I saw tonight who posted under the heading, "what are you good at?" His response: "wouldn't you like to know ;-)" Um, not really. And he said I should message him only if I wanted to know. Blah. Nope. Next one. Then some other guy (medium cute) posted this rather interesting profile until I got to the bottom where he said a girl must love to be controlled and dominated. Huh? Christian Grey? Is that you? Do I have to sign a contract before we go out? Nope. Next one! Then there's the guys who post nothing but pics of their tattoos--without their faces showing. Am I supposed to know if I like your looks by a tattoo of a water lily on your back? I don't care about the fucking tattoos if I can't see your face, man. But the worst ones are the ones who post group photos.

Which one are you??? They never say. And frankly there's always an ugly one in the bunch and you have to wonder, "is that fugly one him?" And you'll never know unless you ask, but you can't ask if he's the gross one in the group. And if he is, you've already made contact and all hope is lost. I just wanna know which one is you before I bother to speak to you! Is that so much to ask? I mean, if I posted nothing but a pic of me with 3 supermodels, the guy is gonna be disappointed when I say, "yeah, I'm the short chubby one in the middle...." See my point? Don't post group photos. Just don't.


Also don't post pics of you with your ex-wife, girlfriend, fuck buddy, etc. Nothing turns a girl off more than to see a bunch of pictures of a happy couple and the dude is trolling for another girl. Either he's a dog and is cheating openly, or they're a kinky couple, or he's still hung up on the ex. Don't post a pic of you and another girl who's not your mom or sister or homely cousin. I don't care how nice you look in the photo, just find a picture without the other girl in it. You'll make everyone happier. That's like posting your old wedding photo and expecting a response. No girl wants to feel the ghost of the girl who came before her. On to the next one because that's a big NOPE.

The last dating site NO-NO is this one. Don't post a pic of you wasted and holding beer/whatever your poison is. I've seen so many pics of guys with alcohol in their hands with a ciggie dangling from their mouths as they practically topple over onto the ground. What could be more attractive than that? An alcoholic smoker who might do drugs too because his eyes are so red and glassed over. Is that the image you think will attract women?? If so, then perhaps I'm not the target audience. Sure I like to have fun like the next person. I'm not a church girl. But would I post a pic of me wasted and laying on a barroom floor as my profile pic? No! God, what a train wreck. Which leads me to admit that I corresponded with a cute guy who had a pic of him guzzling a beer (I was momentarily blinded by his hotness) But that ended with him becoming homeless by being kicked out of his house and asking me, a total stranger, if he could come to MY house and take a fucking shower. Nope! My god. I didn't even know him. Lesson learned. Avoid the alkies even if they're cute.

This concludes tonight's thoughts on online dating. I think I'll just become a nun....


Wednesday, July 8, 2015

My Sirens Song...aka The Insanity Dating Files....



I just felt like such a wizard tonight because someone actually used a phone to CALL me. I was like, "What is this weirdness? You SPEAK into the device and someone speaks back???" No one EVER calls me. Everyone just texts. But this person insisted upon calling and I amazingly answered it. I was highly curious who'd call me so late at night. Turns out it was someone I gave my number to awhile back and they never texted. But that's because they wished to actually SPEAK to me. The horror! I never talk on a phone unless it's customer service or someone is dying. So this was an oddity. And boy did they ever have A LOT to say. No wonder they didn't text it. 

But if it's possible, I've met someone even more fucking nuts than I am. Apparently my dating profile (Yes, shut up, I have one!) intrigued them immensely because I said under "what do you think about?" That I sometimes wondered what the meaning of life was and also why humans drink cow milk, when no other mammal drinks another mammals milk. And it made him think I was this amazing freaking person. A person who he envisioned running through a cow field with, under the stars, looking to see if goats might possibly sneak a snack of cows milk when no one else was around. THIS is what captured his attention. Me talking about cows. And milk. And cows. God, I had no idea that was so interesting. 

He even went so far as to call me a Siren and said I had this song that just called his name. And I was wicked and amazing and intriguing. Then when the conversation went silent he waited a beat or two and was like, "OMG, we can share a comfortable silence and it's amazing." Really? I was uncomfortable as fuck. But he called it 'magical'. And he really went on and on about my magic. Am I really a wizard? Could be. 



I really wasn't sure. But he seemed to think so. And he knew A LOT about astrology and magic and all that shit. Like A LOT, a lot. I really didn't know what to say exactly, but we shared this 'comfortable silence' at times. And  I just went with it. Why not? He basically described me as a slightly more sane version of Luna from Harry Potter. People keep on describing me as her or wanting me to be her, etc. I don't get it. Am I really like that? I could be. I did dance like this at the club on purpose. 


But I don't think she suits me really. But maybe I don't see myself the way others see me? That's very possible. I know not everyone I know even knows Harry Potter people, so this means nothing to you lot. But I was described as 'fairy like, flitting through a forest, acting crazy as hell, and summoning him to follow my fairies siren song' . For real? You got all that from me talking about cows and milk??? Alrighty then. I don't know if I'll ever speak to this soul again or not, but I was bored, lonely, and thinking, "I want someone to talk to badly..." And my phone rang. And I NEVER answer it. But this time I did, and then all this transpired. Universe? Are you sending me another weirdo? Or someone who's just insane enough to actually get me? 

I await your answer..... 


The universe has spoken and told me to run and block. Block and run. So I shall listen to that advice....Only ME!
                                                                                                                          

Saturday, February 14, 2015

Always...

Some people might wonder why I'd get a tattoo on my wrist from Harry Potter that is simply the word "Always". If you've never seen the movies or read the books, it has absolutely no meaning to you at all. But those of you who have watched or read, you might at least get the basic gist of why it's meaningful. But why is it so meaningful to me personally? Well I'm going to explain. In the story, Severus Snape was a young boy who met a girl named Lily Evans. He was immediately drawn to her because she was special, just like him. He loved her instantly and seeing as how he was sort of weird loner, she was his only friend. Eventually they grew up and went to Hogwarts together, where they were torn apart by the fact that he got mixed up with a bad crowd, and she did not approve. She eventually shunned him and got involved with another guy, who she eventually married. But Severus never stopped loving her. The feelings he had when he was just a boy, never left his heart. In his mind, they still had a bond, because for a time, she was simply the only one who actually cared for him at all. He knew it was partly his own fault that he lost her favor and her friendship and her potential love. And he had to live knowing that his own bad choices are what lost him his chance at the girl he loved most. As adults, Lily married someone else, and Severus was intensely upset and jealous, but also knew, he could do nothing about it. All he wanted was for her to be happy and safe. So when her life was put in danger, he risked everything he had and everything he was, just to try and protect her.

 Unfortunately he failed. It was out of his hands. And the love of his life was murdered, lost to him forever, in a much more permanent way than simply losing her to another man. She was gone. But his love remained. This man chose to live his life alone and never let go of the woman who captured his heart when he was young. To some, this is very romantic. To others, it's simply obsession and rather pathetic. I see both sides, yet, I'm coming out on the side of romantic. Because I can relate. No, no one died on me. But there is a love I carry in my heart from when I was young, and I never got over it. I don't think I ever will. And this person is long gone from my life, and I know they're never coming back, so it's a symbolic death. But sometimes a heart has long memories that just don't disappear, even when the other person has flown away, never to be seen again.

Some people leave deep penetrating memories that can never be erased. And I live every day of my life with this burden in my heart. I don't think about it all the time. In fact, I can go very long periods of time where I never think of it at all. But then there are the moments, or the days, where it's all I can think of. And I always have this feeling of 'what if' that goes through my head. What if I'd been different? What if life had gone differently? What if I'd been who I am now, as opposed to who I was then, would it make a difference?

I can't seem to shut the thoughts out or eradicate the sense of longing I still hold in my heart. But I know that it's all futile. Just as Snape knew his love was futile. The heart has a mind of its own. We can't control it. So to me, tattooing myself with the word "Always" reminds me that real love never dies. And perhaps I'm destined to be alone forever, just like Snape was, but I hope I won't be as bitter and angry as he was. I choose to channel my hopeless romantic thoughts into something beautiful and better. I write stories instead. I make up worlds, where the boy and girl DO end up together. I make up lives that truly end happily. And that makes my heart content. Real life doesn't usually give the majority of us a happy ending.

The world is filled with lonely hearts. People who've lost love, people who are afraid to love, people who are too screwed up to love. It seems virtually no one is faithful anymore. Not many people take marriage vows seriously. Divorce is rampant. People kill themselves over not being loved. In real life, only a lucky few individuals find someone they can call a soul mate and actually live happily ever after. I know of a couple of these people, and yes, I'm insanely jealous of them. But they're the lucky few. I know of a WHOLE lot more of us who get screwed over and dumped and cheated on and left in the cold. We are the masses. And some of us are bitter and angry, like Snape. But a lot of us still have this glimmer of hope that true love could still exist and maybe even happen to us. That's why there are so many romance novels and movies. Because people still want to believe. And for some of us, the fantasy is all we really have.

So when someone asks me why I keep writing sappy love stories, I'll say "It's because I still have hope," And then they'll say, "Even after all this time?" My response, "Always..."