Honestly? No cryptic bullshit this time round. Z's analysis of open relationships and soul mates.
Soul Mates, the ONE, your other half, all cleverly worded jail sentences. No, hear me out, because I have nothing against jail- I mean monogamous relationships. They're comprised of three things, commitment, trust and affection/lust. Because without that chemistry, it might as well be an arranged marriage. Some people wonder why their relationships don't work out, or how they are single. Trust and commitment are the biggest two...issues, but it takes no amount of effort to figure out lust. You see it you want it. Done. Trust, if someone has been "fucked over" in the past, and you're the one they "want to try and trust", give. them. a. chance. I'm serious. Stop being a controling freak, who thinks everyone has issues, and cannot deal with life. (we all have some issue with our past that is taking forever to get over). Be patient. Do not rush them, because that trust will be ridiculously worth the wait.
Maybe, hell, you want people in your life who take time to trust you, because they know the value of it way more than someone who trusts blindly.
Commitment is another big thing to deal with. "Oh no, I've been in committed relationships." Think again. If your relationship(s) last years, that's committment. Two months, not so much. There is a scale people use to judge if you can deal with committment, in case, you didn't know. And it's a lot to handle. In monogamous relationship, that person is the only person you will a)sleep with, b) sleep next to, and c)say I love you to. That is the basic rule for relationships these days, right? Right.
Personally, I don't think anyone younger than thirty should even consider getting married. If you do, good luck. Until you hit that big 30, you are purely fucking around. Career hasn't even begun yet, stability is up in the air, and last time you checked there was a LIST of girls/boys you wanted to bang. Do NOT settle down, because temptation and committment do not mix. Wait.
Think it through.
Fuck everyone on that list, before you look into someone's eyes and accidently lie when they ask, "You don't want to sleep with anyone else do you?" (Because I have heard the stories and sometimes this question takes the most insane forms...)
Now. On to something a bit more fun.
Open relationships. At first I didn't understand them. Why would anyone bother with one? If you're going to sleep with anyone and everyone...Hang on, chill out, I'm not done. Open relationships seem to be based of a different set of components than exclusive couples. Trust yes of course, the has to be some sort of trust, but there's also love and maturity.
How many of you can honestly say you would not get jealous if "your" significant other was sleeping with other people? Put your hands down. Especially you, thinking, "Well if it were another girl, I'd be cool with it." No, what?! That's horrible.
An open relationship can't work if any one of these things is absent. No trust, no love, and that certainly is not very mature. People get hurt and just need to heal(known as the rebound), people want to sleep with other people in a very casual way(because how else are you going to get better at it, if you don't practice). It's normal, it's human. We all want to sleep with a lot of other people, some of us just give ourselves what we want.
Basically, if you love someone who wants to sleep with other people but there is no question that they love you, have at it. (Some people think this is setting yourself to get hurt, but why else would trust be so essential to ANY relationship...)
There's nothing wrong with either of these relationships, sole partner or all the partners, just a couple guidelines.
1. BE SAFE
2. Know what you want before you accidently/indirectly hurt people emotionally, (mean and casual sex don't mix apparently)
3. BE SAFE.
have fun. ;)
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
The magic of the mind
Some people delve into fiction and fantasy, through means of literature, a craft of some kind where a design is necessary for its completetion. I cannot go so easily down that path.
I've been waiting to hear someone explain their interest in psycholgy the same way I do, because for some reason I'm obsessed with finding someone similiar to me in any way. But no. No one has come forward with the metaphor the mind is magic and I am alone in my obsession with it.
Manipulation is a very general category. It includes lying, seduction, creating a false sense of security, etc. But there is a particular aspect of manipulation that can be called an "art". Persuasion. It is not bending the truth or painting up some illusion people can dive into hopelessly infatuated with security and success. It is straight forward and most of the time honest. Broken down into its most basic sense it is either "you can have this choice" or "You can't."
Drama queens are manipulative, teenagers are manipulative, everyone does it one way or another, but it's not just lawyers and businessmen who specialize in it. Anyone can, it's just that few choose to do it. (Which is why it is probably such a deplorable trait because it is not a readily gained such as kindness or honesty) Most manipulation is shoddy, halfassed, full of holes that even the simplest of men can slip through. It's the artists I want, to examine, maybe even exploit.
And I will be hated for my honesty, I'm sure of it.
The magic of the mind is this; it is a game of the finest art. It has endless possibilities, it cannot be cheated so easily, and it never ceases being so surprising. It can be injured, in both the figurative and literal sense, and rebuild itself. It can be preserved through a multitude of media and change at a heart's whim without any notice. It is one of kind in its seductive mystery, and I will learn everything I can about it.
Because knowledge is power, and power is so rarely an art in itself.
I've been waiting to hear someone explain their interest in psycholgy the same way I do, because for some reason I'm obsessed with finding someone similiar to me in any way. But no. No one has come forward with the metaphor the mind is magic and I am alone in my obsession with it.
Manipulation is a very general category. It includes lying, seduction, creating a false sense of security, etc. But there is a particular aspect of manipulation that can be called an "art". Persuasion. It is not bending the truth or painting up some illusion people can dive into hopelessly infatuated with security and success. It is straight forward and most of the time honest. Broken down into its most basic sense it is either "you can have this choice" or "You can't."
Drama queens are manipulative, teenagers are manipulative, everyone does it one way or another, but it's not just lawyers and businessmen who specialize in it. Anyone can, it's just that few choose to do it. (Which is why it is probably such a deplorable trait because it is not a readily gained such as kindness or honesty) Most manipulation is shoddy, halfassed, full of holes that even the simplest of men can slip through. It's the artists I want, to examine, maybe even exploit.
And I will be hated for my honesty, I'm sure of it.
The magic of the mind is this; it is a game of the finest art. It has endless possibilities, it cannot be cheated so easily, and it never ceases being so surprising. It can be injured, in both the figurative and literal sense, and rebuild itself. It can be preserved through a multitude of media and change at a heart's whim without any notice. It is one of kind in its seductive mystery, and I will learn everything I can about it.
Because knowledge is power, and power is so rarely an art in itself.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
I don't even-
First rule of being a Sinner is:
DON'T GET ATTATCHED.
Because people are good at one thing and one thing only: disappointing other people.
Go figure. A guy I like for an extensive amount of time turns out to be exactly like every other guy. Silly me for thinking that maybe he'd be different. Oh well.
And "every other guy" here having the meaning of the other 14 guys I've dated. So yeah, I think I've got a few clues.
/sigh
I think my question now is, to go on letting him treat me like a whore or do I tell him to fuck off and find some other tail to mind fuck?
I wish these things were simpler, like surgically removing my heart. Or something.
DON'T GET ATTATCHED.
Because people are good at one thing and one thing only: disappointing other people.
Go figure. A guy I like for an extensive amount of time turns out to be exactly like every other guy. Silly me for thinking that maybe he'd be different. Oh well.
And "every other guy" here having the meaning of the other 14 guys I've dated. So yeah, I think I've got a few clues.
/sigh
I think my question now is, to go on letting him treat me like a whore or do I tell him to fuck off and find some other tail to mind fuck?
I wish these things were simpler, like surgically removing my heart. Or something.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
slender razor
Close precision, keep slicing in the right direction round and round till natural shows the color hidden beneath these clothes. Gaping wound no true stitch and mend this mirror neuron itch. Capsized proper with truth embedded neatly into the side i've aligned with. Precious elixir of doomsday free, a contradiction to set me free. One good time one last round, i've made it all so clear again. Hurt me deeply no regret to see an emotional side of lycantrophy. But that's not my problem, tag you're it. Just another idiot, you'll never see it.
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Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Lookie what we have here
Sometimes I wonder how many people look back on their past and cry because they miss it so much. If they feel they'll never be that happy again and spend their time making other people miserable.
It's a lie you know. The more you learn and experience, yeah it has the potential to make you miserable, but it also has the potential to make you glow from sheer bliss. I mean there's a reason people as killing themselves in larger quantities, or killing others....all you hear about is the few exceptions to the actual point of life.
Which is fulfilling your fate and finding happiness.
"But what is my fate? When/how/where will I find happiness?"
Really? You're only slowing yourself down asking these questions. Trial and error. Sometimes you got jump before you can see (but not physically, like...run off a cliff or something...mentally take a chance). If you let these questions bring even your everyday decisions to a stand still. You're fucked.
Do you want to be fucked? In a not so, Pamela Anderson, Megan Fox (or whoever the hottest bitch on the block is this week) three some with the girl of your intellectual dreams fucked, but in a sucked-into-a-black-hole-slowly-ripped-apart-while-your-lover-is-waiting-naked-to-fuck-your-brains- out-for-you-at-home FUCKED. Right. Didn't think so.
Three easy steps to making sure you get the first choice and not the second one.
1. With every grey cloud is a silver lining.
That's right, even in your darkest hour, there is a bright side to your doom and gloom. All you have to do is see it. Tilt your head to the side, squint your eyes, take a sleeping pill, smoke a cigarette, but there is a good side to every bad if you just look for it.
2. Listen to everything.
Music, the mindless chatter from other people around you, and the people you care about. DON"T get lost in your own witty thoughts and whatnot. Stop picturing cute nerdy chick/boy/transexual naked. Stop it. Bad human. If you listen, it'll give you something to do and you'll probably learn something. How well you listen is more important that snappy remark you showed off with.
3. Make everyday an adventure.
If she's boring, even the accountant next door isn't going to want to do her. (I know I know sexist. but check it out, I insult men too!) Nobody likes doing the tedious things in life. The pooping, the butt stratching, and the bullshit spilling that falls effortlessly from their lips might seem interesting to most men and very few women. I mean less than 2%, but! for the rest of us, we want more.
We only get more if we give more. Not spending money, not acting falsetto happy, but simply living everyday like it's truly the last.
There you go. The basis of finding and being happy.
Use it wisely.
I mean it.
Do NOT make me leave this bed to straighten your mess. I won't.
I'm going to learn stuff now.
Off with you hooligins.
<3 ZeD
It's a lie you know. The more you learn and experience, yeah it has the potential to make you miserable, but it also has the potential to make you glow from sheer bliss. I mean there's a reason people as killing themselves in larger quantities, or killing others....all you hear about is the few exceptions to the actual point of life.
Which is fulfilling your fate and finding happiness.
"But what is my fate? When/how/where will I find happiness?"
Really? You're only slowing yourself down asking these questions. Trial and error. Sometimes you got jump before you can see (but not physically, like...run off a cliff or something...mentally take a chance). If you let these questions bring even your everyday decisions to a stand still. You're fucked.
Do you want to be fucked? In a not so, Pamela Anderson, Megan Fox (or whoever the hottest bitch on the block is this week) three some with the girl of your intellectual dreams fucked, but in a sucked-into-a-black-hole-slowly-ripped-apart-while-your-lover-is-waiting-naked-to-fuck-your-brains- out-for-you-at-home FUCKED. Right. Didn't think so.
Three easy steps to making sure you get the first choice and not the second one.
1. With every grey cloud is a silver lining.
That's right, even in your darkest hour, there is a bright side to your doom and gloom. All you have to do is see it. Tilt your head to the side, squint your eyes, take a sleeping pill, smoke a cigarette, but there is a good side to every bad if you just look for it.
2. Listen to everything.
Music, the mindless chatter from other people around you, and the people you care about. DON"T get lost in your own witty thoughts and whatnot. Stop picturing cute nerdy chick/boy/transexual naked. Stop it. Bad human. If you listen, it'll give you something to do and you'll probably learn something. How well you listen is more important that snappy remark you showed off with.
3. Make everyday an adventure.
If she's boring, even the accountant next door isn't going to want to do her. (I know I know sexist. but check it out, I insult men too!) Nobody likes doing the tedious things in life. The pooping, the butt stratching, and the bullshit spilling that falls effortlessly from their lips might seem interesting to most men and very few women. I mean less than 2%, but! for the rest of us, we want more.
We only get more if we give more. Not spending money, not acting falsetto happy, but simply living everyday like it's truly the last.
There you go. The basis of finding and being happy.
Use it wisely.
I mean it.
Do NOT make me leave this bed to straighten your mess. I won't.
I'm going to learn stuff now.
Off with you hooligins.
<3 ZeD
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Fighting no one, killing nothing
There's this thing in my chest, a metaphorical thing, like a hiccup or a bump. But it's there, it's big and at times it makes it hard to breathe. I think I fucked my psychology class. Do you even know what that means?
Ridiculously, it means I suck at psychology, something that should be so easy for me is actually the worse thing in my list of brilliance. I should've passed this class no problem, but here I am, fucking up test and turning in late paper with poorly chosen topics. Ugh.
Realistically, I should have managed my time better so I could spend more time studying those similar but oh so different theories, learning how to conduct experiments better and written my paper ahead of time. It was extremely easy, but I slacked off. And the only reason I feel so bad now is because I don't want my father to tell me I'm a fuck up. (or fucking up like i did in high school).
So, what can I do?
I can still write my paper. (Even though, the teacher is not too pleased with me not having any of the materials to write said paper, and I had to ask her to email me the outline for the essay, which shows how much I've been ditching class which is not going to earn points on my essay. As much as you'd like to think it's about your work, it doesn't hurt if the teacher is fond of you, now does it?) I'm picking something with the Internet and Social Networking, which should be interesting. I'm leaning toward the negative though, cuz I is biaz lik dat.
There's one more test and I know what it's on. So I can study now and ace it when it's time.
I can stop kicking myself repeatedly for this. I know what I did wrong, and it is not incredibad like high school. I'm taking like five other psychology courses before I leave De Anza, General Psych is one stone I slipped on. (Though it is like....the basics...).
My father? Who the muffin knows. But at least he doesn't tell me I'm going to fail at life and become a hooker like my mother told me...all. the. fucking. time.
In the end, what you think of yourself is what matters, and you doing whatever it takes to find a safe place in your mind is the most important. If you've got to run, run fucking fast.
Ridiculously, it means I suck at psychology, something that should be so easy for me is actually the worse thing in my list of brilliance. I should've passed this class no problem, but here I am, fucking up test and turning in late paper with poorly chosen topics. Ugh.
Realistically, I should have managed my time better so I could spend more time studying those similar but oh so different theories, learning how to conduct experiments better and written my paper ahead of time. It was extremely easy, but I slacked off. And the only reason I feel so bad now is because I don't want my father to tell me I'm a fuck up. (or fucking up like i did in high school).
So, what can I do?
I can still write my paper. (Even though, the teacher is not too pleased with me not having any of the materials to write said paper, and I had to ask her to email me the outline for the essay, which shows how much I've been ditching class which is not going to earn points on my essay. As much as you'd like to think it's about your work, it doesn't hurt if the teacher is fond of you, now does it?) I'm picking something with the Internet and Social Networking, which should be interesting. I'm leaning toward the negative though, cuz I is biaz lik dat.
There's one more test and I know what it's on. So I can study now and ace it when it's time.
I can stop kicking myself repeatedly for this. I know what I did wrong, and it is not incredibad like high school. I'm taking like five other psychology courses before I leave De Anza, General Psych is one stone I slipped on. (Though it is like....the basics...).
My father? Who the muffin knows. But at least he doesn't tell me I'm going to fail at life and become a hooker like my mother told me...all. the. fucking. time.
In the end, what you think of yourself is what matters, and you doing whatever it takes to find a safe place in your mind is the most important. If you've got to run, run fucking fast.
Monday, November 1, 2010
Who knows what's underground
Are you what I need? Or just what I want? Someone who treads lightly between the superficial and depths or someone who flies to close to the sun? Can you show me a world I've never seen or reflect back what I've been and what I've done? Can I find security in your arms or did I just make you up? Are we here, together for the different things or are we in love? Did you fall from the heavens, a demon borne of hell,or are you just like me searching around?
I think you're lovely, no matter what you are. And if you change, my love will change with you. If you become something dark, I'll show you your light. If you become superficial, I'll show you how to grow. I'll leave when you tell me, I'll stay when you need me. I'll sleep by your side so the nightmares don't steal you. I'll try not to hurt you, directly or not and kiss your bruises better whenever you hurt.
And while I love you, we haven't met. I scared you off. Yet again.
I think you're lovely, no matter what you are. And if you change, my love will change with you. If you become something dark, I'll show you your light. If you become superficial, I'll show you how to grow. I'll leave when you tell me, I'll stay when you need me. I'll sleep by your side so the nightmares don't steal you. I'll try not to hurt you, directly or not and kiss your bruises better whenever you hurt.
And while I love you, we haven't met. I scared you off. Yet again.
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