Wednesday, November 28, 2012
words
pride paired and primed with woeful whispers. beguiled by beautiful brown eyes earning every envious encounter. letting lust linger longer, living like life lacks longevity, loving loquaciously. doubt dances, disrupting delicately devised days. days designed to deliver delight yet yelling yields your youth. venomous vernacular violently invades, inexplicably interrupting interest. today's tender touch turns to tomorrows torment.
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Love, an algorithm
How social a creature we are. How dependent on interaction our species that we would suffer the slings and arrows of a thousand misfortunes to simply not be alone. The whiskey provides some company but not the warmth that a body does. It is limited in it's capacity to comprehend solitude. Simultaneously we reject that interaction out of the fear of full release. The chopping block is not a place many would like their head to rest. Giving unconditionally your love to another is truly to hand that person the ax and hope for the best.
When both parties are willing and able to surrender all of who they are the result is a union unmatched.
Regardless the power of this relation and the almost inherent need of companionship the path of many have but one set of foot prints. We converge for a time with others providing a snapshot of comfort yet we are still alone. These times the wise would use for self reflection so that when the next convergence occurs we are capable of better identifying the crucial attributes. These attributes are ever shifting, morphing as a result of all previous encounters and short comings. The subtleties that created divergence will arise as primary focal points for any successor. If the tracks that previously matched our own were frequently late it stands to reason that a requirement of the next set be punctual. If they were deep from a gluttonous lifestyle the next will likely be light and active. This I refer to as the antithesis affinity theory.
Opposites don't necessarily attract, more the opposite attributes of our executioner are highlighted and thrown praise as the most relevant and desirable traits of future companions. Being jaded then is a product of several conflicting attributes. One character trait that upon first meeting was adorable has festered into an intolerance of volcanic proportions. The next quiver match is then completely disregarded if they poses that single idiosyncrasy regardless if every other facet of their personality is juxtaposed perfectly with your own. Well, not exactly. Through a series of relationships we determine what we are willing and unwilling to tolerate. As a result we tend to seek out the antithesis of characteristics that have presented themselves as fissures previously.
This is compatibility but what of love? What is the consequence of having all of these attributes line up yet there is a noticeable lack of Oxytocin and Dopamine response. Currently I am of the opinion that flipping this dilemma is an easier hurdle to overcome. Many experiences in life can be easily justified with the proper amount of cognitive effort, however, love is an exception. We can line up domino's from here to Peoria but if there isn't a reaction strong enough to knock the first one down we are left with little more than a boring tiny little black spotted wall. Nothing about that is breath taking. It is simply not enough to be compatible, we need stimulus. Sadly pain is often a byproduct of that stimulus but that is favorable to being warm and numb.
There is more here but now is not the time.
Love will not betray you, dismay or enslave you... It will set you free.
When both parties are willing and able to surrender all of who they are the result is a union unmatched.
Regardless the power of this relation and the almost inherent need of companionship the path of many have but one set of foot prints. We converge for a time with others providing a snapshot of comfort yet we are still alone. These times the wise would use for self reflection so that when the next convergence occurs we are capable of better identifying the crucial attributes. These attributes are ever shifting, morphing as a result of all previous encounters and short comings. The subtleties that created divergence will arise as primary focal points for any successor. If the tracks that previously matched our own were frequently late it stands to reason that a requirement of the next set be punctual. If they were deep from a gluttonous lifestyle the next will likely be light and active. This I refer to as the antithesis affinity theory.
Opposites don't necessarily attract, more the opposite attributes of our executioner are highlighted and thrown praise as the most relevant and desirable traits of future companions. Being jaded then is a product of several conflicting attributes. One character trait that upon first meeting was adorable has festered into an intolerance of volcanic proportions. The next quiver match is then completely disregarded if they poses that single idiosyncrasy regardless if every other facet of their personality is juxtaposed perfectly with your own. Well, not exactly. Through a series of relationships we determine what we are willing and unwilling to tolerate. As a result we tend to seek out the antithesis of characteristics that have presented themselves as fissures previously.
This is compatibility but what of love? What is the consequence of having all of these attributes line up yet there is a noticeable lack of Oxytocin and Dopamine response. Currently I am of the opinion that flipping this dilemma is an easier hurdle to overcome. Many experiences in life can be easily justified with the proper amount of cognitive effort, however, love is an exception. We can line up domino's from here to Peoria but if there isn't a reaction strong enough to knock the first one down we are left with little more than a boring tiny little black spotted wall. Nothing about that is breath taking. It is simply not enough to be compatible, we need stimulus. Sadly pain is often a byproduct of that stimulus but that is favorable to being warm and numb.
There is more here but now is not the time.
Love will not betray you, dismay or enslave you... It will set you free.
falling asleep on the wrong side of the bed
Certain people, when without misery, create a world of woe within their own mind. Miserable is a place of intoxicating comfort in a way that a blanket is to a child long out grown the need for warmth. I loath the cold. So did she but that and misery are simply an insufficient bind. No longer shrouded in melodrama a discomfort previously unknown arises. At this moment one of my favorite quotes echoes as I fall from the tight rope that I have been walking for weeks. "I was born for the storm, and the clam does not suit me."
abandoned.
three times.
What now?
Little trust, and even less hope. Purgatory. The greatest sunrise in ages could be presenting itself in the most exalted fashion, the first rays of sunlight following years of darkness. What a fool to use that blanket to provide shade. Who chooses darkness over light, damp cold over radiant heat, misery over joy? Someone with sensitive eyes resulting from years in an aphotic environment that's who.
abandoned.
three times.
What now?
Little trust, and even less hope. Purgatory. The greatest sunrise in ages could be presenting itself in the most exalted fashion, the first rays of sunlight following years of darkness. What a fool to use that blanket to provide shade. Who chooses darkness over light, damp cold over radiant heat, misery over joy? Someone with sensitive eyes resulting from years in an aphotic environment that's who.
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