Monday, June 20, 2005
Miyagi is a complete Wanker!
Sorry Miyagi. I just had to do that... ha. Really, he's not folks. He's an incomplete wanker. Well, he did ask for it... shrug.
Anyhow, I found this description of (clearly) someone else's writing on, well, someone else's blog.
"... subtle, articulate, laced with a certain wry humour, very sexy sometimes, atmospheric and manages somehow to reach right into you to where your heart is hidden... The impression I get off his blog is that he's someone deeply intelligent, articulate, yearning, melancholic, intrinsically alone (but not lonely), and blessed with an appreciation for the finer things in life."
I'd give a lot to be able to really write like that.
Strip away the oestrogen, infatuation, and obvious delusion of some of my more extreme readers, and my writing - the way I see perceive it anyhow - is perfectly (as some people often like to remind me)... ordinary. Just random words and thoughts, finding their escape - or perhaps seeking some pointless immortality in the enduring, and infinite canvas of the internet.
Five words touched a chord though... "intrinsically alone"... (but not lonely).
But I am.
I've been lonely for the longest time.
We are all of us intrinsically alone, born unique into this universe, to live and laugh, and love other unique individuals.
We are narcissists who revel in our uniqueness, our little beauties that nobody else possesses, our moments of magic that only we can craft. We ensnare members of the opposite (or same... shrug) sex with our mystiques, we unconsciously lure people into friendships.
And then we meet a counterpoint... an exact equal.
A fascimile soulmate. Completion, and complementation.
And in the aftermath of that when we lose them... when we lose ourselves - we are lonely.
Perhaps it will be enough, to find another person to be enamoured by, to lose ones head to, to forever appreciate their uniqueness, to live and die in their arms in bliss, warmth, and laughter.
But the loneliness will stay with the few of us - the lost - always.
Anyhow, I found this description of (clearly) someone else's writing on, well, someone else's blog.
"... subtle, articulate, laced with a certain wry humour, very sexy sometimes, atmospheric and manages somehow to reach right into you to where your heart is hidden... The impression I get off his blog is that he's someone deeply intelligent, articulate, yearning, melancholic, intrinsically alone (but not lonely), and blessed with an appreciation for the finer things in life."
I'd give a lot to be able to really write like that.
Strip away the oestrogen, infatuation, and obvious delusion of some of my more extreme readers, and my writing - the way I see perceive it anyhow - is perfectly (as some people often like to remind me)... ordinary. Just random words and thoughts, finding their escape - or perhaps seeking some pointless immortality in the enduring, and infinite canvas of the internet.
Five words touched a chord though... "intrinsically alone"... (but not lonely).
But I am.
I've been lonely for the longest time.
We are all of us intrinsically alone, born unique into this universe, to live and laugh, and love other unique individuals.
We are narcissists who revel in our uniqueness, our little beauties that nobody else possesses, our moments of magic that only we can craft. We ensnare members of the opposite (or same... shrug) sex with our mystiques, we unconsciously lure people into friendships.
And then we meet a counterpoint... an exact equal.
A fascimile soulmate. Completion, and complementation.
And in the aftermath of that when we lose them... when we lose ourselves - we are lonely.
Perhaps it will be enough, to find another person to be enamoured by, to lose ones head to, to forever appreciate their uniqueness, to live and die in their arms in bliss, warmth, and laughter.
But the loneliness will stay with the few of us - the lost - always.
