MAKE THE BEST OUT OF LIFE YOU STUPID BOY
STOP WASTING IT AWAY STUPID BOY
YOU WILL NEVER GET ANOTHER 25TH JULY 2010
IT IS ALMOST OVER AND YOU HAVE DONE NOTHING
STUPID BOY.
I’ve loved this song ever since it came out 8 years ago. Forget about the video.
Time to bring out the glitter and strap-on fairy wings.
“All the people in the world and you can still feel lonely.”
Love. Their. Dress. Sense.
When you tell me I’m the most amazing person ever.
When you tell me I look awesome every time you lay your eyes on me.
When you call me at every opportunity to talk to me.
When you remind me how sweet my voice sounds every time we speak.
When you devote every part of you to me after the first day.
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You make me shinier than the shiniest star in the night sky.
You put me so high on a pedestal that I cannot go any higher.
Your compliments are so predictable that I have nothing to look forward to.
You want to talk to me so much that I am bored of you.
You and I have both run out of things to say because we have talked to each other too much due to your persistence and eagerness. Constantly. 24/7. No breaks. Let’s say everything because it’s some sort of race.
You would never say no to anything I ask.
You are so effortless. So easy.
You give me no challenge.
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My heart does not race for you because you put it all on a plate for me.
My heart never longs for your touch because you make yourself always available.
My heart never wonders about you because I know, all the time, where you are.
My heart never aches for you because it has no new desires. It gets everything it wants.
I never get butterflies in my stomach because with you, everything is routine.
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When I lie in bed I am not thinking of you because I just spent my whole entire waking day being hunted by you.
Finally I am asleep and dreaming of feeling special.
Only for whoever has not experienced love and writes about love..
When you want to be proposed to on a lonely, sandy beach, with the sky so bright and the sea so blue, you love love. Any man can take you there and propose to you.
When you talk about the endless nights you spent dreaming of meeting the perfect guy, and when you describe him in every small detail … his broad shoulders, the twinkle in his eye … yet you have never met him, you love love.
When you dream of being held in a particular way, held close to his body, feeling safe, with your head against his chest, the longest hug, you love love.
When you talk about being treated like a queen, being treated right with no wrongs, being treated perfectly by your man because he has no flaws, you love love.
When you talk about finding little notes around the house with cute messages on them, you love love.
You are in for a big shock when:
You are proposed to in your plain living room, when he gets on his knees and asks you to marry him in his own special way, your heart sinks and you smile because proposing in a living room is so him, yet you say “yes” without even hesitating. Where is your special little scenario on the beach or along the river or in a fancy restaurant now? Back then you loved the idea of being in love, but not with anyone in particular … no one special.
You meet someone with small shoulders and plain eyes, but you love him so much, where is that guy with broad shoulders? Where is the twinkle in his eye? There is no twinkle and his shoulders are just normal. Do you care? No. Because he is perfect in his own way.
You meet someone who gives short hugs, each so short than you can’t wait for the next one because they are so warm and satisfying, where is your yearn for long hugs now? His hugs are perfect now, because now you realise that it is more important to love someone, rather than the idea of being in love.
Your partner treats you fair but not like a queen, keeps you on your toes, doesn’t smother you with gifts and kisses, but you love it because you’re always wanting more, you’re always waiting for the next surprise rather than expecting the same old. Where is your idea of the perfect man now who treats you like a queen? You don’t care now because this is real love, not idealism.
Your husband never leaves you cute little notes around the house. He simply does not care about things like that. But you know he loves you, and life cannot be any better when you know he loves you so much. Not even little notes can make life better. Who needs them now? Not you.
You love the idea of being in love … not a person, but a feeling. Wait until you’re actually in a relationship, you’ll be in for a shock. The perfect man isn’t what you’ve been dreaming him to be, the perfect man is someone who you happen to be with, but perfect in his own way.
Looking back at this memory now I cringe with embarrassment.
I must have been around 8 or 9 years old. There was a new family in town and my parents being the lovely people that they are invited the new family over to our house.
I was upstairs in my room when my dad called me to come downstairs (I hadn’t heard the doorbell ring as I was listening to music otherwise I’d have been downstairs already). As I was walking down the stairs with my little legs I saw my dad at the bottom of the stairs smiling, and next to me was a little boy, who seemed exactly the same height and age as me.
“This is your new friend.”
You know in movies there is always that ugly loner guy with bottle glasses? They were like these glasses except with a white frame:
I remember the thoughts running around my head so vividly. I thought to myself “oh god, why does this have to happen to me?” and I just remember having this massive headache because I did not want that sort of friend. I did not want to have ugly friends! I cannot believe how superficial I was that day because I’m just not superficial at all! But he looked really bad with those glasses.
It was just his glasses. They even have sellotape on.
I shook my head almost as if my dad was giving me a choice. The same shake of the head I’d give if we were in a shoe store and my dad asked me if I wanted a pair of shoes that I didn’t like. Do you want this one?
No.. you can’t be my friend. I went upstairs feeling bad but ho-hum.
My views about this guy changed after I read the story of Stanley Tookie Williams.
One question that completely blows my mind whenever I think about it is: How did god come to existence?
I mean, everything must have a beginning!
