Between the idea/And the reality

Such a real issue, too. Few people acknowledge, let alone discuss, the difference between idea and reality; concrete and abstract. Not just on big issues, either; I mean everything. You can read all about what it's like to ride a roller coaster, but until you actually do it, you'll only have a hazy concept of what roller coasters are really like.

No idea where that came from, except, maybe, lack of sleep.
You read right, my possible friend(s). Once again, I am sleep-deprived. I've got to say, nothing like two nights in a row to make you feel kinda edgy and lost. As long as I can make it until after freelance writing, I'll be fine. I can grab food and crash, so long as I remember to get up by nine a.m. Maybe I should set my alarm for some random bizarre time, like 11:30 p.m.
Oh, and maybe I should explain. Paper due tomorrow. Yippee. Haven't read the material, either, so I'll be doing that at breakfast today. Good grief. I'm planning on going to breakfast. In the DC. For the second morning in a row. Ugh.
On the bright side, I'm back to eating solid food and no longer speak like a cretin (and in this context, cretin means a being with very little intelligence, often to the extent of being incapable of coherent speech). It doesn't hurt anymore, though it's still a bit puffy. It just itches; but it's not like there's anything I can do about it. Half the time I forget it's even there. Which is a good sign, I suppose. Unless my body rejects it and my tongue swells to the size of a zucchini in a matter of minutes, and then I'll suffocate and die. But that's just a semi-remote possibility.
Yesterday evening I had two--no, three interesting conversations. One revolved around various organs in jars (my favourite was the brain, with a slice of lemon added for freshness). Another took place in the virtual realm I haunt on a mostly regular basis, when a guildmate and I struck up a conversation and found out that, not only do we live about an hour apart, but his uncle was my astronomy professor last spring. How's that for weird? The third, while being partly the most irrelevant and partly the most interesting, was about a girl I know. She's...difficult. She has little personality, doesn't rate above a five on the standard Men's 1-10 Scale of Female Hotness, and is very self-absorbed. So why the hell do guys chase after her? The answer I received was a completely unsatisfactory nonanswer: that it's because she has cleavage. Well, guess what? So do most females, but they aren't being followed by hordes of adoring males. I pointed out that even I have cleavage. The speaker then looked at me and said, well. Um.
I'm not entirely sure what that implied. Nor am I sure I want to know. Though, to be completely honest, I'd like to know what guys see in vain unattractive chicks to make them want to marry--that's right, not just date, but marry--them. It makes zero sense to me. And to a lot of other females out there.
Guys, please. Just because she seems like a 'nice girl' doesn't mean she is. And just because she seems like an Ice Bitch or a ManEater, doesn't mean she isn't hoping you'll notice her. The surface is only that--surface. What good is a hollow person? It's like getting a big chocolate bunny on Easter morning and breaking off a piece in excitement, only to find that the whole thing is a millimeter-thick shell with nothing inside but air. Wouldn't you rather have something of substance? You know, something without big gaping holes where, say, personality and common sense should be?
I'm done. I'm going to go eat, and try not to pass out. Because that would be bad.


Dalton said...

is this your way of denying men? do you have one in your life? do you hate us?

too many questions? i just stumbled across your blog i will be making a turn again to see what you're up to!

later mate!

Anonymous said...

I think you are guilty of making some bad generalizations, unless you are referring exclusively to guys at Taylor. I've known a few women that actively use the 10 scale. I wouldn't label it Men's, or men's for that matter. Aside from that, it's not enough to simply have cleavage. It has to be seen. You might have thought that a given, but you don't seem like the type to wear anything risqué.

Dalton said...

hey...cleavage scores at least 7 i think the last time i checked... :-)
this is not my point of view though. we are living in an age of sex, so anything sexual would get you more points. If you go for a guy who does his ratings as per advertised by hollywood,mind you, then there is not something wrong with the guy, there is something wrong with you!

if i guy falls for you when you are not provocatively dressed then yes you might just have the right guy! but then again if he is not wearing anything risque then you might also not go for him.... and so yes verily thus and so we are all victims of a society with morals created by holly wood!