Plato's thoughts

One story about Soul mates, as written by Aristophanes in Plato's Symposium, is that humans originally consisted of four arms, four legs, and a single head made of two faces, but Zeus feared their power and split them all in half, condemning them to spend their lives searching for the other half to complete them:

Primeval man could walk upright as men now do, backwards or forwards as he pleased, and he could also roll over and over at a great pace, turning on his four hands and four feet, eight in all, like tumblers going over and over with their legs in the air; this was when he wanted to run fast …Terrible was their might and strength, and the thoughts of their hearts were great, and they made an attack upon the gods ... Doubt reigned in the celestial councils. Should they kill them and annihilate the race with thunderbolts, as they had done the giants, then there would be an end of the sacrifices and worship which men offered to them; but, on the other hand, the gods could not suffer their insolence to be unrestrained. At last, after a good deal of reflection, Zeus discovered a way. He said: 'I have a plan which will humble their pride and improve their manners; men shall continue to exist, but I will cut them in two and then they will be diminished in strength and increased in numbers; this will have the advantage of making them more profitable to us. They shall walk upright on two legs, and if they continue insolent and will not be quiet, I will split them again and they shall hop about on a single leg.'

—Aristophanes, Plato’s Symposium

How true this is! I would have credited to an overactive imagination before, or to someone who was slightly insane, but seriously. I know what its like to find that one person.. the one that makes you feel complete.. the one that when they are gone, it aches in places you didn't know you had inside you.

Two halves of the same soul, upon finding each other, will experience such joy and love, that it is rivaled even by the very gods and cosmos. I found my other half.. and he is absolutely ALL that I have EVER wanted..

I love you Babe.

Cynical.. to the MAX

A Cynic's Point of View on: "43 things girls wish their boyfriends knew"

#1 When you break her heart, the pain never really goes away.
Not really. The pain does go away. We just find another guy.

#2 When she misses you, she's hurting inside.
When I miss someone I miss them. I don’t have racking pain in my body over it.

#3 When she says it's over, she still wants you to be hers.
BULLSHIT. When I say its over, I fucking mean it.

#4 When she walks away from you mad, follow her.
When I am pissed off, you better not come after me. I might have a sharp object. Or a pistol. Or a shovel.

#5 When she stares at your mouth, kiss her.
I hate the phrase "kiss her". If I want to be kissed, I will ask to be kissed, or make the first move. I am not going to sit there for an hour staring at your mouth until you get it.

#6 When she pushes or hits you, grab her tight and don't let her go.
If I am hitting or pushing you, OBVIOUSLY I don’t want you to touch me.

#7 When she starts cursing at you, kiss her and tell her you love her.
If I am cursing at you, you will most likely be cursing back.

#8 When she ignores you, give her your attention.
Okay.. When she ignores you, LEAVE HER ALONE.

#9 When she pulls away, pull her back.
Don’t pull me back when I pull away unless you want a hand print across your face.

#10 When you see her at her worst, tell her she's beautiful. When a girl says she's ugly, then she wants your to say she’s beautiful or pretty.
I sure hope to god my self esteem isn’t that low that I need you to say it all the time. Sure, its wonderful to hear, but I am not going to let some stupid bitch make me feel bad.

#11 When you see her crying, just hold her and don't say a word.
Okay.. I think I actually agree.

#12 When you see her walking, sneak up and hug her waist from behind.
Do you like scaring the shit out of people?

#13 When she's scared, protect her.
When I am scared, there is probably a damn good reason for me to feel that way, so YOU will probably need protection too.

#14 When she lays her head on your shoulder, tilt her head up and kiss her.
No, she is probably tired from watching you play video games all day. Let the poor girl sleep.

#15 When she steals your favorite jacket, let her keep it and sleep with it for a night.
Ok, do you want pneumonia? I didn’t think so.

#16 When she teases you, tease her back and make her laugh.
Seriously, what kind of stupid tips are these?

#17 When she doesn't answer for a long time, reassure her that everything is okay.
If she doesn’t answer for a long time, she is probably contemplating the best way to get the f*ck away from you.

#18 When she looks at you with doubt, back yourself up with the truth.
Why am I looking at you with doubt in the first place? What did you do this time?

#19 When she says that she likes you, she really does more than you could understand.
Not true. When I say I like a guy, its not like I am committing myself to a monogamous 60 year relationship here. I probably just think his butt looks cute in a certain pair of jeans...

#20 When she grabs your hands, hold hers and play with her fingers.
Not.. really.. possible. And there must be some reason I grabbed your hands.. maybe I was pulling them away from my backside.

#21 When she bumps into you, bump into her back and make her laugh.
What is the point of this again? Almost everything here is about 'making her laugh'.. I am not a hyena. I don’t laugh all the damn time. Get a grip.

#22 When she tells you a secret, keep it safe and untold.
No shit, Sherlock.

#23 When she looks at you in your eyes, don’t look away until she does.
Don’t you think that’s just a little AKWARD?!?

#24 Stay on the phone with her even if she’s not saying anything.
Why waste my minutes not saying anything...

#25 Don't let her have the last word.
Actually, you should let her have the last word... when you don’t it kind of pisses her off.

#26 Don't call her hot, gorgeous or beautiful is so much better.
Yeah.. well... threes that whole.. "beautiful soul" thing. Okay, douche bag.

#27 Say you love her more than she could ever love you.
What are you, 14? It 'ain’t love honey. Its what they call lust.

#28 Argue that she is the best girl ever.
Eh... I guess this could work. However, girls don’t have inflatable ego's like guys do.. so I dunno.

#29 When she's mad, hug her tight and don't let go.
When she's mad you better stay away unless you want to get sucker punched in the jaw.

#30 When she says she's OK, don’t believe it, talk to her about it, because 10 yrs later she'll still remember it.
Uhhh.. I don’t remember what I did YESTERDAY, I highly doubt that I will remember some stupid thing 10 years ago.

#31 Call her at 12:00am on special occasions to tell her you love her.
I really don’t want to wake up to my phone ringing just so someone can tell me "happy flag day!"

#32 Call her before you sleep and after you wake up.
Codependent much..

#33 Treat her like she's all that matters to you.
Yeah, that means putting the damn Xbox AWAY.

#34 Don't ignore her when she's out with you and your friends.
Are you competing to be the next captain obvious? you are well on your way in that case..

#35 Stay up all night with her when she's sick.
If she is SICK, she probably needs to get SLEEP.

#36 Watch her favorite movie with her or her favorite show even if you think its stupid.
..and what about all the things a chick does for a guy, but she thinks its stupid?! Like.. video games, and football...

#37 Let her into your world.
Is this some sort of psycho babble 'let her into your mind' crap? 'Cause if you are as HALF as twisted as I am, I really don’t want to know what’s in there.

#38 Let her wear your clothes.
Do you want to borrow my skinny jeans then? It seems like most guys are wearing them these days anyway..

#39 When she's bored and sad, hang out with her
When she's bored or sad... you make it seem like girls cant entertain themselves without a guy. Jesus, what happened to the feminist movement..

#40 Let her know she's important.
Gee wiz! Thanks mister! Riiight.. if I am depressed enough to need reassurance 24/7, it sounds like you need to either A. Get me to therapy or B. Get the fuck outta there.

#41 Kiss her in the pouring rain.
Why would I want to stand out in a downpour just to kiss you? Does it look like I want pneumonia? I DON'T THINK SO.

#42 When she runs up at you crying, the first thing you say is; "Who's ass am I kicking today baby?"
AHAHAHA.. AHAHA... AH. HAHA. Seriously, is this a joke?

#43 After she reads this, she hopes one day you'd read it too.
It would obviously give some of you some good insight..

I finally did it. I finally lost my mind. AND THEY WROTE A SONG ABOUT IT! How cool..

"Remember when you ran away and I got on my knees and begged you not to leave because I'd go berserk?
Well, you left me anyhow and the days got worse and worse and now you see I've gone completely out of my mind.

And They're coming to take me away Ha Ha
They're coming to take me away ho ho he he ha ha
to the funny farm where life is beautiful all the time, and I'll be happy to see those nice young men in their clean white coats
and they're coming to take me away ha ha

You thought it was joke and so you laughed, you laughed when I had said that losing you would make me flip my lid, right? You know you laughed, I heard you laugh, you laughed, you laughed and laughed and then you left, but now you know I'm utterly mad.

And they're coming to take me away Ha Ha
They're coming to take me away ho ho he he ha ha
To the happy home with trees and flowers and chirping birds and basket weavers who sit and smile and twiddle their thumbs and toes
They're coming to take me away ha ha...

I cooked your food, I cleaned your house, and this is how you paid me back for all my kind unselfish loving deeds. Huh? Well you just wait they'll find you yet, and when they do they'll put you in the ASPCA you mangy mutt.

And They're coming to take me away Ha Ha
They're coming to take me away ho ho he he ha ha
To the funny farm where life is beautiful all the time and I'll be happy to see those nice men in their clean white coats
They're coming to take me away Ha Ha
To the happy home with trees and flowers and chirping birds and basket weavers who sit and smile and twiddle thier thumbs and toes
They're coming to take me away Ha Ha Ha

Your home the one the bank foreclosed, You cried to me Monogamy is the way we both must live or you'll feel hurt. But, I see, I see there's someone new, your anxious poly-pure-bred coat was even gone at our place while I paid the rent, thanks!

And They're coming to take me away Ha Ha
They're coming to take me away ho ho he he ha ha
To the loony bin with all you can eat prescription drugs like Thorazine, and lithium, and electric shock and insulin
They're coming to take me away Ha Ha..." -Lard : They're Coming To Take Me Away (From Dr.Demeto)

Enough Said.

Severely unhinged...

I sit here on the floor of my apartment, my lap top conveniently situated.. in my lap Where else? My music streams through my ear buds and into my ears, trying to drown out the dull thudding of the rap music from next door.
Its strange. Usually, I don't hold things against people. I don't judge a person before I know their story, but i find myself seething with hatred of my new neighbors. Not to say they are bad people, in fact, I dont even know them, but their choice has sealed their fate. They have rap music blaring louder than I can stand, the bass rumbling the walls of my tiny apartment. It has been going on all day, and I am at my wits end. The continuous beat of the music grates against my nerves like sandpaper.
It began around 6pm when I was making boxed macaroni-n-cheese. I didn't really notice it at first, but after a few moments, it began to irritate and annoy me. Over and over. Thud Thud Thud. Usually I sit at my table and eat in peace, with a book, or an essay I am working on. Instead I found myself standing at the kitchen counter with a fork, picking at the noodles. It didn't even taste good due to the annoying rumble in the background.
I cleaned up my dinner, sealing most of the macaroni in a plastic container and throwing it haphazardly in my fridge. I wasn't hungry anymore. I decided to get my i-pod and see if I could drown it out. I turned up the volume as loud as I could stand, and yet still! Thud. Thud. Thud. The base rumble continued.
I leaned against the wall of my apartment and tried to calm myself down. After all, it couldn't last all night right? How wrong I was.
After a few moments of suffering against the wall I decided to be proactive. I was positive that a hot shower would help calm my nerves, and walking into the bathroom, I was almost blasted off my feet by the bass rumbling. The mirror above my sink was shaking. "UGH!" I screamed.
I think thats when part of me snapped. In fact, I think that's when all of me snapped.
"Two can play at this game you ignorant fuckers..." I muttered. That's when I walked over to my laptop, and turned on Muse, blaring it as loud as it would go. Standing next to it, the sound actually hurt my ears. My lap top may be small.. but it was LOUD.
I giggled like a maniac and sat down to enjoy my favorite band, when the unthinkable happened.
They turned up the music.
I turned desperate. Not only was the bass rumbling my small apartment.. it was reverberating with it. I about pulled my hair out.
I fought the urge to scream when a lightning bolt of intuition hit me. The landlord. 10 o clock noise ordinance. I giggled and called my landlord, putting on the little girl act, saying my neighbor's music was keeping me awake.
Soon enough the only noise to be heard was the crickets outside. I sighed and said to myself.. "Noisy neighbors? Eliminated."

Two Dead Boys...

One bright day in the middle of the night,

Two dead boys got up to fight.

Back-to-back they faced one another,

Drew their swords and shot each other.

One was blind and the other couldn't see,

So they chose a dummy to referee

A deaf policeman heard the noise,

And came and shot the two dead boys.

If you don't believe this lie is true,

Ask the blind man -- he saw it too!

I remember first reading this poem in high school. Immediately I tried to disassemble it to find the meaning, but in the end I realized that there was no meaning. All of the phrases are contradictory..
I don't know what I love so much about this poem but I know that the darkness of it somehow calls out and draws me in. It has an edge of creepiness to it I guess.. but don't we all?

Unaliable Truths

Hope is a funny thing. Sometimes it eludes you… and other times it hits you with a force like a tidal wave. In the last few days I have felt both…strongly than I have in a long time, stronger than I have ever imagined. Like being whipped around in rip tide… Its strange in that sense. Like for some unknown reason I was to be challenged. Pushed to my limit. But as always it seems that my limit is just out of reach. Instead of breaking against the rocks of a craggy shore, I surface from the water. I sputter and gasp for air, knowing that each breath I take only solidifies the fact that I am alive. My breaking point was just beyond my reach, like the distant shore. I knew my struggle to reach it would only tire me and lead to my end. In my subconscious I wanted to break only to know that nothing could bother me anymore. If I was broken, nothing could hurt, there could be no pain. Then I realize that to feel is human…

Thoughts, and perceptions have been hard for me to voice lately. Like a gag is stuck in my throat, keeping me from saying what I think, and what I should. I have been unable to write as if someone had mutilated my hands so that words could no longer flow from them. But now things are slightly clearer. I can speak if only in a whisper and my hands once again have the strength to write out the simplest words. Like an inmate seeing the sunshine after incarceration I rejoice… instead of celebrating freedom however, I rejoice in my quick tongue and fluid hands. These symptoms were the result of a fear. I am still not sure what that fear exactly is, but it does not seem so crippling now.

Some people say that 18 years of a person’s life is spent, growing into the person they will be. I don’t believe that. I believe the person you will be varies from day to day, you just happen to carry along the baggage and lessons of youth, adolescence and adulthood. A person grows every second. The human mind has a capacity to learn new reactions and lessons in the time it takes to take a deep breath. Therefore, we do not only grow every second, but we also are carrying along past experiences to help us to better deal with the future. There is no growth into the person you will become. Saying “You are growing” or “You have grown” or “Such Growth” makes it seem as if there is no choice. There is always a choice. We do not grow into the person we become… we are that person every second of our lives.

For the longest time I have found it hard to be happy. Not in a sense that I was depressed, more of numb. Happiness for me is not easily achieved. Some say that laughter is the medicine of the soul. No the shallow giggles of a love struck school girl, or the barking laugh of an old man; but the eye rolling, breath taking, gut ripping, tear jerking hysterical laughter of the truly free. I experienced this last night. Laughter truly is medicine. Not only did I feel more relaxed and calm but suddenly the fear I was chained by seemed to loosen its hold around my heart. As I wiped the tears of joy away from my eyes for once, I realized that as long as I could laugh, whether AT myself, or WITH myself, It would all turn out okay.

Sunrise

Today I watched the sunrise. I don’t know why, but today I felt like I should be there. To see the sun streak across the horizon filling the new day with its golden light, chasing away all of the fears of the night before. I watched as it slowly crossed its way over the treetops glistening and golden. The bluish tint of the sky grew lighter and lighter as I watched… it seemed to beckon to me, telling me the secrets of the world. I felt compelled to watch as the light rose from the deepest pits of the night. The hands of darkness seemed to reach out and fade as the sun drove them back. The sunrise seemed to take longer than I expected, washing away all of the fear and doubt I was holding in my body…

You must never judge a man until you have walked two moons in his moccasins… This phrase hit me as I watched the sun leak across the sky. Why would someone want to spend time in the night of someones life, when the day was so glorious? When the fear and doubt of the moon clawed its way from the depths and controlled the soul and body? Why not see someone’s life in the light? I wish I would have wanted to see the sunrise earlier in my life, maybe I would feel differently. Maybe I would be able to forgive myself.

As the sky gradually began to lighten I felt a fear. I felt that if I didn’t see the gradual change in time that I would somehow miss out on an important lesson. I feel like I should be here, in this moment, watching the sunrise, as if for the first time. I don’t remember any sunrise before this one, and in a way I regret that. I wish I could remember feeling this way before but somehow I don’t believe I have.

I don’t know why I suddenly got up from my bed to watch the sunrise. I don’t know why I feel I have to write this, maybe its because I know something now, that I didn’t know before. Maybe now I am open to seeing things as they are not as they should or could have been. Even as the claws of sleep bat at me, I am forced to watch the sky lighten… like I am forced to unlearn some lesson from long ago, but somehow over the passage of time I had forgotten.

I had once told someone that I was a night person...but now I am unsure. The trees are not alive in the night, the flowers petals are closed to the assailing darkness. I am not a night person. I was meant to live and walk in the day time. So is everyone else. I cannot live my life in the dark. And I cannot live in a cage. That is where I was. In a cage, housed and treated as an animal.

The birds sing their songs to the light, beckoning its rays to caress their lives. To some it signals the passing of another day, to others it signals the birth of a new time. I am not sure which I believe at the moment, but I do know that right now, where I am is where I am supposed to be. All around me the animals know that dawn is coming. They rise and scurry about, welcoming the passing of the night. For some it is a relief, that they have made it through without succumbing to predators, for others it is a time of rest.

The time will pass slowly for some, and more quickly for others, but time is relative. The phases of the sun and moon stay the same, with utter clarity. They are consistent however. They always follow the same paths, the same time frame. Its that simple fact that is so comforting to so many...

The Human Expirience

"Get dirty. Get fucking filthy. Get poor. Get off your ass. Get desperate. Get dangerous. Get moving. Get productive. Get pro-active. Get started. Get your own life. Get doing something. Anything. Because before you know it, you're 40 with kids, a mortgage and responsibilities that cause your fun to come second.
So before cancer, before children, before 50 hour work weeks, before back and knee problems, before school loans, before you lose your sense of humor...
Fight.
Fight and fuck and run and smile. Smile because the older you get the less you will. So yes, "Quit being such a goddamn pussy." Because bitching and whining and worrying never made anything better."

Talk about reality. How many times do we sit back when we could be doing something about our lives? I will answer for myself. A LOT. People like to believe that we have time to fuck around, time to waste, time to do this, time to be that. WE DON'T. Our time is limited. Relative. Think about it. We say to ourselves, "Oh! I Can put this off until..." and when it comes around, we make another excuse. We keep pushing our goals, and what we need to do, further and further back into the recesses of our mind, and soon we forget about it. Then one day you wake up and all the time we thought we had is gone. There is no more time to do what we had planned years, months, days, even hours before.

Human beings have the impossible ability to make excuses. In fact, it seems we are ingrained with the ability to make them up on the spot. Some of us even make excuses for other people! We make excuses for why we didn't pass a test, or buy a car, or get a job, or graduate college. Make excuses for why we get divorced, why we cheat on a spouse or significant other, for why we become abusive, or why we kill people. There are a million of excuses. But think about it. How many excuses are going to pass your lips for you to realize that there is no more time for them? How many opportunities are you going to pass up before you realize that there are none left? How many people are you going to disappoint before there is no one standing at your funeral? Most importantly, how much of your life are you going to waste, making excuses for why you didn't, or couldn't, or wouldn't.

New Beginning

Beginnings. Ah what a beautiful word. A fresh slate, a new start. A beginning. I don't claim to be the best writer, nor do I claim to have great insight. I see the world through my eyes, then use my thoughts to relate what I have observed.

I like to see things differently. I like to be an oddity. Being "the same" or "just like" everyone else, would mean that I have lost my sense of individuality. So, I choose to be different. I choose to be who I am, without the chords and bindings of stereotypical society.

This is not without regret, for some see me as more than an oddity. Some see me as plainly odd. Be that as it may, I don't mind. Because for the longest time, being me was wrong. I choose to prove that differently.

So. Let us Begin.