Currently Playing: Bloc Party - Signs (from Maddie’s page, who still hasn’t written in ages. Come back soon, Maddie. Kamu dirindui.)
My sister passed along this video to me some time ago. It was featured on youtube, and you’ve probably already seen it:
“Why are you telling me this?”
“I just think we can skip through the awkward getting-to-know-each-other phase, where we lie to make each other happy, and get to the stage where we’re comfortable together.”
Huh.
And on I Wrote This For You tonight:
“I honestly couldn’t care less if you like the same bands or you’ve read the same books. Tell me one original thing, tell me one true, real thing that brings me to my f’ing knees that I’ve never heard before and I’m yours.
Which reminds me of February last year:
* I wish I could do that more, to just plunge into the deep end and ask people ‘hey, what’s your biggest fear?’
Is it bad that I prefer skipping trivialities but endure them anyway
because that’s the norm? Because I can’t break free, and as much as I’d love to ask “what’s your funniest memory?” the first time I meet a person, I’d be more likely to go with the customary “what course are you taking?” instead.
It’s just safer that way.
- When these circus lights go out, February 2008
* Build your fortress around you if you must, mine is already up
and standing, but we can still holler through our walls.
- One day, one room, February 2008
So who are we really, this generation of people yearning to find that spark, that one, genuine, out-of-this-world originality in the people we meet?
Maybe it’s because when there are no holds barred, there isn’t any need to please, and the fear of disappointing is no longer there..it’s a whole other experience worth reliving.
We are not here to keep you interested, but it sure is nice when you find us interesting anyway.
Enough said here.
