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21 January 2013 in , ,

I love you.



I. Love. You. Three little words that pack a punch. Or so it seems. I love you, describes the deepest emotion or a mention in passing. How is one supposed to tell the difference? I find the phrase contrived. Is eight letters enough to cover such a gigantic spectrum. Check it: 

"There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by  halves, it is not my nature." ~ Jane Austen

"Sometimes it's a form of love just to talk to somebody that you have nothing in common with and still be fascinated by their presence." ~ David Byrne

"I love her and that's the beginning and end of everything." F. Scott Fitzgerald

"Love is one of those jokes you have to be there to get." Ralph Waldo Emerson

There are many stories here. Those of lovers and those of friends. Some will argue that love is love. I disagree. Fair, in terms of defining the word - love is just that, love. But love as one word describes a multitude of feelings. We don't love our friends the same way we love our family and we don't love our family the same way we love our significant other. Yet all those emotions are compacted into love. It doesn't seem fair. Their, there and they're get a bit of variety, it seems love should as well.

Dun dara duuuuun! GENERATION X and Y to the rescue. Along with OMG, WTF and BTW we came up with a sophisticated word that branches slightly away from love. Luv. I've used it. I've on occasion seen, "I wuv you" and that quite literally makes me want to barf. Why isn't there real options out there.

I often wonder why we are so scared of this emotion. Love. Me included. It scares us because it makes us fall. It makes us lose our mind. It stretches our character out like play-dough. It stretches it so far that we become a new being. When love touches us we are never the same again. That is terrifying, to leave the old, familiar corners of our soul for something completely new. Isn't that what we are all searching for, to fit in somewhere? I'm not only referring to romantic love. So just keep that in mind.

But you know what damn it - I don't care if it's love, luv or wuv (threw up in my mouth a little here). But really! I hope you have it all because that's what makes life worth it. The reflection of yourself in other people. The fact you did enough things right to have another person give you and hug and whisper "I love you" or whatever other variation they choose. Quite frankly, I also hope that you have someone to say it to. A friend, your Mom, your boyfriend, someone. At the end of the day we all need it. Now, if you're a person that doesn't, maybe watch Oprah or get a puppy because there is seriously something wrong with you.

I might be to hung up on words and love is just love or luv or wuv.

How do you express that you care about someone? 

the outspoken introvert  

08 January 2013 in

Bit by Bit


You should check this out.
A. Because it's rad.
B. Because I said so.
C. Because you'll enjoy it.

the outspoken introvert

07 January 2013 in , ,

How I dealt with...A Singleton New Year's Eve


The smoke from the fireworks, the glitter, and the bubbly have all gone and well 2013 is here. The world didn't come to a catastrophic end. Probably makes people who have three years worth of food in their bunker feel pretty stupid. I mean, at least I hope it does; but I'll skip that malarkey. 

New Year's Eve marks the end and beginning, it allows for closure and hope to exist in the same night. Although I'm a fan of NYE in theory, I'm not crazy about it in practical terms. The hype is enormous when it's really just another night with a countdown thrown in for good measure. I decided that this year my NYE was going to be different than all the other ones. I was going to stay home. The day before I downloaded a series of rom coms (that's romantic comedies, just in case you didn't know, my favourite by the way. Yeah yeah laugh away) and I was ready. I was ready to do nothing. In true NYE fashion, nothing worked out the way I planned.

I should probably explain why I'm not all fuzzy and tickled about the above mentioned eve. It's quite straight forward. The holidays are a bit tough to go through alone. I don't mean entirely alone like solitary confinement, I mean single. Being surrounded by couples is not boarding the dream boat to a singleton, it's boarding the Titanic. It's a constant reminder of your aloneness. First I had to go through Christmas, explaining my version of why I'm single to everyone that asked. Because you know, that's every single person's favourite. Then followed NYE and I wasn't going to do it. Stand there at midnight without anyone to kiss; surrounded by my drunk, coupley friends making out like teenagers. No thank you. I was determined and armed with the newest releases of Katherine Heigl's humorous love tribulations. It's not a rom com (again, romantic comedy) without Katherine.

Then.
The.
Text. 
Came.

Friend B: What are you doing tonight?
Me: Nothing, staying at home. Just gonna chill.

In short, this went through a few cycles of convincing, sprinkled with some guilt trip which finally ended with me leaving the house at eleven. Reluctantly, of course. Right before twelve o'clock, after the pleasantries of hugs and hellos, everyone settled in for the countdown. I filled my glass to the brim with pinot noir and waited in angst for the uncomfortable stroke of midnight to arrive.

Ten.
Nine.
Eight.
Seven.
Six.
Five.
Four.
Three.
Two.
One.

HAPPY NEW YEAR! 

Fireworks went off and I was surrounded by kissy couples. Alone. It was splendid. By splendid, I mean it was totally what I expected and the reason I didn't want to go. However, it is rare that a night meets your expectations completely, so there's that. I did get a kiss from friend B, which made me feel a little less lonesome. In the true spirit of the festivities, I downed that pinot like it was my job, I mean alcohol is not the answer but it sure helped.

All in all I can't complain. The night ended with amazing conversation over some kick-ass wine. What more could a singleton ask for. Incidentally, if I'm single next year, I'll have to use the bathroom right at midnight. Coincidence, maybe. 

Happy New Year.

the outspoken introvert

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