Dear future husband...

This is inspired by the trending topic on twitter, #dearfuturehusband. It's very short, but I thought it was fun.


Dear future husband, I hope you will bear with my weird sense of humour, my high expectations to your intelligence and my addiction to British Vogue.

Falling once again?

The classic story always starts with "So, there's this guy..." Mine is gonna start this way:

So, there's this guy...
No wait, it's too tacky. I think I'm gonna write a little story about this.

When she first saw him, all she could think was; "wow, he's... not good looking." His hair was short, he was not tall but not short either, his eyes were no noticable color, he was the average Joe. She thought; "well, maybe I'll like him when I get to know him better."
She didn't talk much to him in a while, but at some point they got to know each other a little better than before. When he was away she found out that she missed him. This was weird 'cause she didn't expect it but she let it pass. She thought her mind was playing tricks. One day she heard that he was seeing one of her friends. They'd kissed, someone had said. And she had this feeling in her stomach.. Not a good feeling, no, probably the worst kind of feeling; jealousy. She thought to herself; "get a grip, forget about him, he's not for you," but still she couldn't stop thinking about him. When spring finally arrived she was in love. Not with him, no, with the feeling of being in love. When they talked he flirted, but she had to let it go. The more they talked, the more butterflies started to occur. She just found some pictures of him and her friend at a bar where they were sitting pretty close. She felt bad about herself; she had no right to be jealous when sne never even told him what she was feeling. But it was killing her. She had a hard time dealing with this, 'cause the last time she had allowed herself to fall in love, he had burned her. She felt scarred for life. She felt the need to lock her heart and never open it again. Never allow anyone to get close to her. This was very painful; she had always had an open mind (and heart). Still she talked to him like nothing was going on, asking him everyday stuff like she used to. Her body was filling with music and there was no other room left. No room for food, blood, bones, nerves. She felt the bass in her heart, she felt the rhythm in her fingers. This was too much for her. She had to forget about him while he was gone.

Spring

My body is filled with thoughts. Happy thoughts and thoughts about people I love, thoughts about how everything is going to be okay, thoughts about how great life is, thoughts about spring and all the green.
My body is filled with music. Great music I want to dance to, music I can't keep inside me, music about love, music about spring, music about people who love spring, music about the greatness of life, music about meanings.
My body is filled with emotions. Breathtaking emotions that make me feel like I'm in love, emotions that can't be expressed properly, emotions I want to share with the rest of the world, good emotions.
My body is filled with intentions. Good intentions to save the world, intentions to be an honest human being, intentions to be a better person, intentions to cure diseases, intentions to help where they need me.
My body is filled with spring. The mild spring, the fair spring that makes me think "was it ever winter?", the green spring that makes me so happy I could cry, spring, I want to say it again, spring, I want to shout it out loud, SPRING!

I feel so excited, I don't know where to put my feelings. This is something I have never felt before, and I know exactly what it is though I was confused at first. I have these crushes or "fascinations" (what you will) and I thought that I was in love, but I didn't know which crush it was. It suddenly occured to me that spring was guilty. I'm in love with spring this year, I have never felt this good. It's like everything I ever wanted, the winter depression is over. Now I can BREATHE. This feels so good.

Am I the only one?

This post is inspired by a trending topic on twitter called #amitheonlyone:



Am I the only one waiting for the snow to disappear?

Am I the only one waiting for the summer to begin?

Am I the only one getting more and more depressed by this coldness covering the ground?

Am I the only one waiting for the sun to comfort me?

Am I the only one waiting for him to smile at me?

Am I the only one desperately holding on to hope?

Am I the only one thinking that this winter lasts forever?

Am I the only one who knows nothing lasts forever?

Am I the only one worrying about our world?

Am I the only one thinking of fears and enemies?

Am I the only one who wants to tell how I feel?

Am I the only one knowing this feeling?

Am I the only one feeling comforted by rain?

Am I the only one wanting to keep pictures in my head forever?

Am I the only one waiting for someone to hold me tight?

Am I the only one telling my true thoughts?

Am I the only one who misses those years?

Am I the only one wanting to be 4 years old again?

Am I the only one holding on to old friendships?

Am I the only one still thinking about that time when my heart broke?

Am I the only one getting further and further away from humanity?

Am I the only one who can't stop thinking about the snow?

Am I the only one frightened?

Am I the only one wanting to be isolated?

Am I the only one holding on to bitterness?

Am I the only one feeling old?

Am I the only one feeling stupid?

Am I the only one listening to music to get away?

Am I the only one reading this?

Am I the only one thinking of Africa?

Am I the only one thinking about saving the world?

Am I the only one slipping away?

Am I the only one falling?

Am I the only one waiting for that crush to hit?

Am I the only one wanting this feeling?

Am I the only person alive?

Am I the only one amused of triviality?

Am I the only one wanting triviality?

Am I the only one disgusted by our way of living?

Am I the only one annoyed by most people?

Am I the only one waiting for the sun to comfort me?

Am I the only one getting more and more depressed by this coldness covering the ground?

Am I the only one waiting for the summer to begin?

Am I the only one waiting for the snow to disappear?

Just tell me if I'm the only one.

Change

I've changed.

...or at least I think I have.

It feels weird looking back a couple of years and know exactly who I was and how it felt like to be me, but then still have that feeling that it's just not the same anymore. Three years ago I was that girl who wanted to be popular, do great in school, make money to buy whatever clothes I wanted, have a lot of time on my hands, have a sense for fashion, go party and all that. Now (when I look back on that girl) I can't stop thinking about how naive and ignorant I was (I probably still am, but comparing to me now). It's so weird. I remember how I thought that I could get what I wanted, I could be what I wanted to be with the slightest exertion. I thought it would all come to me.

In the last few weeks I have been cleaning (or more like throwing everything out of) my room. I've looked everything through. I can't believe what I've been saving; schoolpapers from 1st grade, an "ice cream shop" of paper from when I was 7, newspapers with no special meaning. when I decided to keep it years ago, I'd thought "well, maybe I'll need it someday..." And today I'm able to throw it all away.

I've come to think of the fact that I've changed (as I was saying...). It's very present in my life right now, actually. I dream of very different things now, it's much more realistic. I'm (sorry to put it this way) "sorting" through my friends, 'cause I don't have much in common with the friends I had before. I have one friend left from middle school, and I feel like there's only a few new people at my school I can really talk to.

I've changed, yes. For the better I hope.

One of my friends told me a couple of weeks ago; "It's good to see you smiling like this! You look a lot happier now than before." I didn't notice until she said it. But it's true. I'm trying to figure out the reason why this is, but I'm not in love, I don't have that much money, I'm not a straight-A student, I'm just the average girl. Maybe that's nice sometimes.

Lyrics to help me think

Let's just say that I'm "daydremin'" to include a couple of artists 'cause I am what I say I am "a superstar" so I should "have no fear" because "the camera's here and the microphones and they wanna know" but what they "wanna know" I'm not quite sure about, so I'm just gonna ask for my "ships back and let them head out". But "I used to think maybe you loved me", and now I know that you don't, so let's just say that I'm daydreamin' and not "walking on sunshine".
I'm also trying to "see her as a carbon atom" to go "back to basics". But that can be hard 'cause "he's not a beast" and "it's laughter that we're making after all". I just wanna "rock all day" because "it makes me feel good", but I don't have the time even though you say "no stress", so "where do we go from here, my baby? Underground or crossover maybe? Left, right, left, my way or the highway?", I don't know, I'm just trying to "viva la vida". I don't wanna be "the one making all the noise" so you better "listen to the song here in my heart", 'cause I just want you to know. "Love is a losing game" and I know from experience. Razorlight "knows a girl with a golden touch", but I know a boy, who has the same. Then I found out, that it was the "same girl, same girl" so "I'm gonna get in this conversation too". I'm no "promiscious girl" so you can tell me that "Times Square can't shine as bright as" me, and you can tell me that "when we drink the sun out, you're certain that it's summer again". I want to know if that's how it is other wise I'll just think back to "the time when I was 13" where I "knew how it was supposed to be if it was supposed to be". 'Cause I remember that time but "I don't know you anymore" so "stop me if you think that you've heard this one before". "I found God" while I was "watching the ships roll in" and "longing to listen to you talk". But "It don't make any difference to me", because I would "never leave you, uh-ooh" eventhough, when you sleep it's "seven hours peace I can count on". Anyway, I told you that "it's just a bug, just a bug, you can't catch love" and that's important to remember. "I just wan't you to know" this, 'cause you left me "out of reach so far".

Well, it has now been a month (exactly a month) since the last time I posted something. But I just didn't have the time, I'm very busy at school and at work.. So sorry about that.

Lately, I got to thinking about something. I was thinking about those girls with very tight leggings, D&G shirts (also very tight) and 5 layers of foundation and mascara on their face. I thought about how fake those types are, and I thought; "Wauw, I'm lucky that I don't have to look like that!". And then I thought; "actually, I'm just as fake as them". And that was scary. Here's something I wrote when I got that feeling:

I feel fake. I feel fake when I discover that the most perfect tooth of all of my teeth is the one my dentists fixed with plastic. I feel fake when I feel the need to put on makeup every morning, just so that I can look like me. I feel fake when I discover, that I'd rather feel the way I feel in the end of a movie where the girl gets the gorgeous guy, instead of feeling the pain, misery and happiness that you feel when you are truly in love with somebody. I feel fake when I act like I really don't care about that particular guy whom I actually really, really want to talk to. I feel fake when I put on a push-up bra. I feel fake when I put on some clothes only because I saw it in the latest Vogue. I feel fake when I want to get drunk just to have fun. I feel fake when I wear polyester. I feel fake when I put on my contact lenses in the morning. I feel fake when I settle for the cheap copy of my favorite perfume because I can't afford the real one. I feel fake when I'm tired but still smile at the customers at work. I feel fake when I straighten my hair. I feel fake when I dye my hair. I feel fake when I put on a pair of high heels to bring out my curves. I feel fake.

I should watch out for my teeth. I should take care of my skin and clense it gently every night. I should allow myself to fall in love again. I should be brave and just talk to people I want to talk to. I should have my own, personal style. I shouldn't feel the need to get drunk to have fun. I should just accept the fact that I need glasses instead of putting plastic in my eye, so that every night they're running out of oxygen. I should save my money and buy the real perfume, so that the company would make more money and still make that perfume. I should be happy all the time. I should be happy with the way my hair looks. I should be happy with the way I look. I should just let go and be me.

Then I wouldn't be fake.

Now, how 'bout that?!