At times when you read someone else's work, have you ever wondered if it were written about you?
Have you ever wanted it to be written for you?
Often I wish to write something that will touch someone.
Does coming back to read another one count?
I have always wanted to watch a passionate musician perform something written just for me. Then, the pragmatist in me pops up, ruins the day dream, and says, NO. You won't be able to stand the diva.
I have always wanted to be with someone who writes for me. Talks in romance novel lingo to me. Then, the pragmatist in me pops up and says, NO. You'll ridicule the cheese.
I have always wanted to be with someone who looks like a Greek god. Then, the pragmatist in me pops up and says, NO. You will not be able to handle other women worshiping him.
I have always wanted to be with someone who is unbelievably successful, wields power and all that jazz. Then, the pragmatist in me pops up and says, NO. You'll have to take an appointment to spend time with him.
I have always wanted to be with someone who'll shower me with attention. Then, the pragmatist in me pops up and says, NO. You'll feel smothered.
I have always wanted to be with someone who'll have eyes only for me. Then, the pragmatist in me pops up and says, NO. You'll probably think he's a creep. Or pretending.
So, the question that really pops up is 'Does a girl really want that perfect man she conjures up inside her head? I doubt it. I doubt there's anything like a perfect man. (Women are to ridiculous to come even close to perfect).
Are the people you look up to really as great as you make them out to be?
Hubris, gentlemen.
I'm too scared to find out their bad qualities.
It will be a fatal flaw.
And my daydreams will come crashing down.
I don't need to be any more of a pragmatist than I already am.
It's true.
I'm neurotic.
PS
I have plenty of reasons to excuse myself from posting much less often than I used to. None of which, I like very much. Therefore, I will offer none.
Have you ever wanted it to be written for you?
Often I wish to write something that will touch someone.
Does coming back to read another one count?
I have always wanted to watch a passionate musician perform something written just for me. Then, the pragmatist in me pops up, ruins the day dream, and says, NO. You won't be able to stand the diva.
I have always wanted to be with someone who writes for me. Talks in romance novel lingo to me. Then, the pragmatist in me pops up and says, NO. You'll ridicule the cheese.
I have always wanted to be with someone who looks like a Greek god. Then, the pragmatist in me pops up and says, NO. You will not be able to handle other women worshiping him.
I have always wanted to be with someone who is unbelievably successful, wields power and all that jazz. Then, the pragmatist in me pops up and says, NO. You'll have to take an appointment to spend time with him.
I have always wanted to be with someone who'll shower me with attention. Then, the pragmatist in me pops up and says, NO. You'll feel smothered.
I have always wanted to be with someone who'll have eyes only for me. Then, the pragmatist in me pops up and says, NO. You'll probably think he's a creep. Or pretending.
So, the question that really pops up is 'Does a girl really want that perfect man she conjures up inside her head? I doubt it. I doubt there's anything like a perfect man. (Women are to ridiculous to come even close to perfect).
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Are the people you look up to really as great as you make them out to be?
Hubris, gentlemen.
I'm too scared to find out their bad qualities.
It will be a fatal flaw.
And my daydreams will come crashing down.
I don't need to be any more of a pragmatist than I already am.
It's true.
I'm neurotic.
PS
I have plenty of reasons to excuse myself from posting much less often than I used to. None of which, I like very much. Therefore, I will offer none.
1 comment:
Nobody's perfect, so the 'perfect man' is only on books, not in reality...
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