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junipersky) wrote2010-05-02 01:59 am
junipersky) wrote2010-05-02 01:59 am
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As this evening draws to a close, actually, it's fairly well done but anyway, I find myself wishing dearly for some introspective moments. More profoundly, I want to write in a journal. I do have one, but it is empty and... in Arizona.
I finished reading a book today, I highly recommend it, called The Season. It is by a relatively unknown author by the name of Sarah MacLean. The setting is Napoleonic England. It's a twisting romantic mystery that is heavy on the romance and light on the mystery. Unlike many of these stories however, the audience the book is written for is clearly innocent young adult. This is the type of fiction which girls like my sister should be reading. It lacks the depth of the Twilight saga, but retains much of the innocence that Twilight has lost. The mystery was fairly cut and dried. As for myself, I knew the culprit early on though she did have me doubting once or twice. A true master of mystry writing would have had me guessing much longer. (Sadly, but not to boast, I have not found a mystery writer able to keep the end from me for quite a while.)
But this book got me thinking about love. The main character falls in love with a man who she once held quite surely as her older brother. They were friends. He was her protector and friend. As they grew older situations shifted and they found themselves viewing one another in quite a different light. Why does that happen? What makes it so that someone who was 'just' a friend is suddenly shifted more into that light?
I'll admit to having fallen sway to this particular motion myself. Taylor and I were quite content being friends. I bested him in a silly string war once, and loved his blues brothers hat. We thought nothing of it till suddenly the other person started looking quite different. I'm still not quite sure what went on in his head, and I'm sadly only starting to sift through what happened in mind. I try to pin point one exact moment when he went from being a 'comfortable friend' to 'someone I'd like to spend time with' to 'the man I cannot live without.' Because we did go through each of those stages quite clearly. I cannot imagine life without him. Sometimes the thought creeps in that somehow I'm going to lose him and the thought makes me want to curl up in the darkest corner of the world and cry forever. I'm nto always 100% happy when in his company- that's silly. But what I have is a hope that I'll be happy again, because being with him is worth whatever other emotion I happen to be feeling at that moment.
I apologize, I'm drifting off topic. What makes is so that a person becomes so entwined with your life? At which point do you declare that attachment 'love'? What do you do if that attachment isn't love, but merely lust? I find that to be the hardest part of much of the fiction I read these days. There is little love, but a great deal of lust. I think I'm going to go find a link to President Monson's talk here, because I do need to read it again.
But what is love? I know this has been ... This is a silly, silly post.
I do love Taylor Summers. I was very bummed to not stay with him till the wee hours, but honestly it was for the best. I've been over at his place quite a bit too much these days. I get the feeling his roommates are getting a bit tired of it. If I wasn't quite a bit more comfortable at his place then mine I'd be annoyed too. I'm sure I have been in the past! Such a hypocrite I've turned out to be. Silly, silly me.
Oh well. It's late at night, which is never a good sign. The Caffeine rush has worn off, but I'm still feeling the after shocks- just a bit jittery. Gonna pull the meat out of the freezer to thaw, with hopes that I can get my hands on a crock pot early tomorrow so I can cook din-din. Shoot... I forgot the warchester sauce!! Maybe Taylor or 116 will have some? Dang it.
Oh well. I'll figure it out, I always do.
Taylor, if you read this, I love you.
Also, Dreamwidth, you annoy me. Why cannot I write my own cut-text tags? I try, you say it's an error, so I go back, try to use the rich text while you delete everything I had under the misbegotten tags. I finally recover everything (or give up in disgust) use the Rich Text to get my cuts, only to go back to HTML only to discover that I /had/ typed the tags in correctly and you're just a pain in the a$$. Chey- Have you had this problem?
I finished reading a book today, I highly recommend it, called The Season. It is by a relatively unknown author by the name of Sarah MacLean. The setting is Napoleonic England. It's a twisting romantic mystery that is heavy on the romance and light on the mystery. Unlike many of these stories however, the audience the book is written for is clearly innocent young adult. This is the type of fiction which girls like my sister should be reading. It lacks the depth of the Twilight saga, but retains much of the innocence that Twilight has lost. The mystery was fairly cut and dried. As for myself, I knew the culprit early on though she did have me doubting once or twice. A true master of mystry writing would have had me guessing much longer. (Sadly, but not to boast, I have not found a mystery writer able to keep the end from me for quite a while.)
But this book got me thinking about love. The main character falls in love with a man who she once held quite surely as her older brother. They were friends. He was her protector and friend. As they grew older situations shifted and they found themselves viewing one another in quite a different light. Why does that happen? What makes it so that someone who was 'just' a friend is suddenly shifted more into that light?
I'll admit to having fallen sway to this particular motion myself. Taylor and I were quite content being friends. I bested him in a silly string war once, and loved his blues brothers hat. We thought nothing of it till suddenly the other person started looking quite different. I'm still not quite sure what went on in his head, and I'm sadly only starting to sift through what happened in mind. I try to pin point one exact moment when he went from being a 'comfortable friend' to 'someone I'd like to spend time with' to 'the man I cannot live without.' Because we did go through each of those stages quite clearly. I cannot imagine life without him. Sometimes the thought creeps in that somehow I'm going to lose him and the thought makes me want to curl up in the darkest corner of the world and cry forever. I'm nto always 100% happy when in his company- that's silly. But what I have is a hope that I'll be happy again, because being with him is worth whatever other emotion I happen to be feeling at that moment.
I apologize, I'm drifting off topic. What makes is so that a person becomes so entwined with your life? At which point do you declare that attachment 'love'? What do you do if that attachment isn't love, but merely lust? I find that to be the hardest part of much of the fiction I read these days. There is little love, but a great deal of lust. I think I'm going to go find a link to President Monson's talk here, because I do need to read it again.
But what is love? I know this has been ... This is a silly, silly post.
I do love Taylor Summers. I was very bummed to not stay with him till the wee hours, but honestly it was for the best. I've been over at his place quite a bit too much these days. I get the feeling his roommates are getting a bit tired of it. If I wasn't quite a bit more comfortable at his place then mine I'd be annoyed too. I'm sure I have been in the past! Such a hypocrite I've turned out to be. Silly, silly me.
Oh well. It's late at night, which is never a good sign. The Caffeine rush has worn off, but I'm still feeling the after shocks- just a bit jittery. Gonna pull the meat out of the freezer to thaw, with hopes that I can get my hands on a crock pot early tomorrow so I can cook din-din. Shoot... I forgot the warchester sauce!! Maybe Taylor or 116 will have some? Dang it.
Oh well. I'll figure it out, I always do.
Taylor, if you read this, I love you.
Also, Dreamwidth, you annoy me. Why cannot I write my own cut-text tags? I try, you say it's an error, so I go back, try to use the rich text while you delete everything I had under the misbegotten tags. I finally recover everything (or give up in disgust) use the Rich Text to get my cuts, only to go back to HTML only to discover that I /had/ typed the tags in correctly and you're just a pain in the a$$. Chey- Have you had this problem?
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I haven't, no. I don't use the rich text editor, though. (About half the time I post from a client, also, but that wouldn't make much of a difference.)
Are you typing
<lj-cut text="rambling"> stuff </lj-cut>
or
<cut text="rambling"> stuff </cut>
or something else, and what error are you getting?
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Dearest, I took your address down to Arizona, and I need it so I can send you a pretty wedding invite- unless you don't want one?
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