You know how when you see a prism, spinning in the sun, and how the lights are sent out in ten thousand directions, constantly changing, forever remaining the same? Well this blog site is like that, only those beams of lights, at least the ones I see, are my ideas. It is these ideas, embedded deep inside my head that we will be typing about.
Sunday, September 17, 2006
Shadows Of Ourselves
Shadows of Ourselves
A rambling
Someday men and women will be able to not only communicate with each other but also understand one another, fully, and completely. Women will feel the closeness to these new found men who will never leave a commode seat up and will always notice when a single hair has been cut, curled, or colored. The new woman will hand the do-it yourselfer the correct socket, or screwdriver and be able to recite any sports score while stocking the garage refer with the proper beverages. Listening will become a fully developed function in men, who will never tire of hearing any story more than once, and be able to notice new shoes unprompted. Sex will be available through the improved women anytime, anywhere. Men will enjoy talking to their Mother-in-laws. But until then, we will be as we are. Allowing shadows of ourselves to live the lives we should be living. Falling short of being able to make another person we care about or love feel complete. Waiting to make the connections that can change us.
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"allowing shadows of ourselves to live lives we should be living" what if you are afraid to come out of that shadow? it is comfortable yet something nags at you to just take a small step out. see what the rest of the shadow has to offer. what if you make that connection that can change you? what if you suddenly remember that you had dreams. if we don't hold onto that conncetion will ther be other opportunities? another chance? how long must we live in that shadow of oursleves before we realize there is more? how much courage does it take to completely step out and discover that YOU are really there?
listen, woman. Bite me!
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