Life's little twists and turns don't follow a specified recipe. I'm definitely okay with instability, amidst daily comforts, of course. This little bloggy is a firm example of random-ness. Truth defined by yours truly. Enjoy, or not, a peek into skewed opinions and spurts of subpar brilliance.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Old fashioned donut.

Upon meeting somebody for the first time, you never EVER get the real person. It's ALWAYS a display of what that person wants to reveal. And if somebody argues they're giving you otherwise, they're lying. They're either lying to you, or lying to themselves. Now I'm not saying people can't attempt at being fully authentic, but right from the start, all people have a defined exterior many continuously mold until they've almost mastered their outer shell. After some time has passed, various lengths for various folks, people typically begin to show the real them. I do believe this time of pretence is crucial, however. Perhaps many relationships wouldn't survive if the hormonal woman gave a dose of reality from day one. Scary shit, right boys?

But here's the real kicker, we're now living in a world where more and more people are living via computer screens. No longer are people lying at bars or somewhere else in public. The cleverly created 'about me' blurb and the magic of the delete bar makes way for a perfected displayed version of themselves most commoners manage to convey to a tee. Lamentably, the innocent exaggeration (aka deception) eventually comes to pass when the distorted blurb and photoshopped image - undeniably leading to false expectations - is sitting across from you at the safe-date coffee shop. Certainly in this day and age, many can relate to this aww-crap moment. Scary shit, right girls?

Boldly speaking, if you want to meet that person, it often takes figuring out who you are, genuinely displaying you as best as is humanly possible, and perhaps going about it the old fashioned way. Maybe try taking a stroll outside with a donut and cup o' joe in tow. I know, I know, how will veracity benefit our perfected artifice? Scary shit, right people?

Monday, June 15, 2009

Erasable Bic.

Marriage has nothing to do with tax breaks. Marriage isn't a contract either. Nor does it have anything to do with signing above the dotted line. The same can be done with a dissolution of marriage, making the so-called contract null and void. Precisely why I stray away from the idea of simplifying a marriage to a contractual agreement between two people. Two people can't possibly be bound to paper and ink. This concept is a recipe for failure - explaining the 50% American divorce rate amongst these short-term arrangements.

Marriage, unfortunately, has become a sad display of signature inkage and the gaining of tax credits, only to eventually succumb to more inkage (dissolving of union via irreconciable differences) and the splitting of assets. Despite the outcome, I'm all for uniting in love to dissipate in hate. Should not everyone be given the right to such choice? Absolutely. Civil unions are an absolute.

Marriage, a God centered commitment, however, is for those individuals who desire a lasting union, not the fickle one involving the erasable ink ballpoint pen. What's the point of signing with a Sharpie when the option to dissolute is available? Use the Bic if that's the objective and potential end-game plan.

Marriage in my googly eyes is meant to last, which in the religious context, is the meaning of the ceremony and of the everlasting union. It's a God centered promise. For this reason, it's meant to be kept within the confines of it's original notion - meant to be unchanged, and from a liberal standpoint and perspective, this is a rarity when I say, marriage is meant to be non-progressive. This definition of permanency is what makes marriage so special to so many people. Respecting the covenant, and respecting the religious beliefs of those individuals who base marriage on the primitive, authentic, if not, antecedent definition, is the state of marriage that should be maintained. If you fall within this credence, then marriage is for you. Otherwise, pray to your spouse that your undying love will last for all eternity or you can always get the prenuptial.

Monday, June 1, 2009

Superheroes never die.

I spoke with my eldest sister over the phone today (she's in California, I'm not) who informed me my dad hurt his ankle while playing tennis with my siblings this past weekend. My dad is 65 years old. (Roughly speaking.) Apparently, he called my sister this morning saying he needs a cane to help him heal his 'temporary' injury.

My dad needing a cane makes me feel at odds with the world somehow. Further in our conversation, my sister expressed her feelings to me in a fairly non-expressive manner. In other words, she didn't know how to express herself, but only said, "Dad's getting old." The sad undertone of her voice said it all, and I connected to it deeply - again, words not necessary. Little needed to be said, as I fully understood what she was not saying. Which got me thinking...

In many respects, no matter how screwed up your childhood, parents are invincible beings, almost superhero-like - the larger than life people in our lives. And as adults, we still view our parents as our go-to guides, particularly when we need advice or are in a bind only our folks know how to fix. Or at the very least, they know how to bring us the comfort we need when those times permit. In any event, when our view of our mom and/or dad is tested, via a sprained ankle, a serious illness, or other bodily/brain deterioration, the reality of our parent's vulnerability becomes, well, real. It goes without saying, we're then forced to face the fact that human nature does eventually takes its place. Even when it comes to our parents.

A sense of sorrow is really the only way I can articulate the feelings I have. I even called my dad today to see how he was feeling. Sadly enough, I don't ordinarily do this. Go figure, I generally chalk it up to an understanding my dad and I have; phone contact and verbal communication is not exactly a strong point of ours. But the reality is, my life often "gets in the way," not permitting the time to call, and quite honestly, I probably, and as a full fledged adult, still take my parents for granted. Perhaps this is the primary reason, albeit shameful, for the lack of ongoing contact between us.

At 29 years of age, it's time I grow up. My parents, just like your own, are getting older. The simple, simply put. This present sense of sorrow, followed by the short time we have on this earth-mentality, makes me want to reach out to the two superheroes that raised me. Because unlike our beloved comic characters, when they're gone, they're gone.