A Quick Thought

Hello Darlings,

I just thought I would share a quick thought that crossed my lovely mind a few hours ago.

How do we define people as normal? What IS normal? How can a person call me abnormal or call me weird if they don't even know what normal is?

If I were to ask you what "normal" meant right now, would you be able to define it?

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That's what I thought.

So what IS normal? I would sure like to know...

-R.A.B

Perfect

Bonjour my good and few!

Does perfection actually exist? Of course it does not. Nothing in life is perfect - there is always some sort of "catch". Like"Total Eclipse of the Heart" from GLEE would be perfect...if a few of Lea Michele's vowels were better. I would be absolutely perfect...if I actually had the smallest clue of who I really am.

Nothing is perfect, I suppose.

But we all dream of this perfect person; like our equal in life. Mine is a combination of Jonathon Groff and...well, mostly just Jonathon Groff. But, he'll also play guitar, have brown eyes (somebody in the pair has to have blue eyes - I gladly take the job), and he has to sing. Major thing for me. I require singing talents and interest in musicals. Because I need somebody to discuss the flaws in other people (and who will point out mine - no matter how mad I get over the fact). On top of all that...my big thing is somebody that will listen. Not just pretend to listen...really LISTEN. Even if he doesn't look like Jonathon Groff (who COULD look like all that cuteness?) and even if he can't play guitar I just want somebody to listen. He still has to be able to sing. And he has to watch musicals with me. But, it would be nice to have somebody listen for once...

Anyway...I guess now you know what my "perfect guy" is. Don't snicker at me though! You know that secretly deep down, you have a list of standards that you want in a guy. I will never lower my standards - even if it means that I die with only my cats and Spring Awakening soundtrack.

"Perfection" and "Dreams" seem to click right together, do they not? Truthfully, I can say that every dream I've ever had is of me being perfect (and I also dream of purple llamas with DMB shirts attacking me...but that's not relevant). So that MUST make perfection impossible, right?

This post doesn't really make sense, does it? Oh well...that's what I get for blogging to 'Left Behind' from SPRING AWAKENING. Good song - not so good play (message-wise...I still love it).

Merry blogging, living, and reading your way! And good luck with your "perfect" somebody :)

Goodnight my "someone",

-R.A.B

P.S. - Kudos to anybody who knows what "goodnight my someone" is from...

What is this Feeling?

What is this feeling that your heart drop to your stomach? That feeling that nobody else understands you? That you're the only yellow flower in a field of green? That you're the only St. Berry lover out there {Glee reference, by the way}? Ah yes, I believe I do know that feeling.

They call it loneliness.

Isn't it just simply charming how sometimes life is thrown into perspective from a birds-eye glance at your life? It's especially great when you see just how deeply shallow you've been. [Not a oxymoron, a fact]. And then you come spiraling down back to Earth and suddenly you want to make a change. So you become vegetarian. Or you meditate. Or you decide to drink 75% of your body weight in slushies from Sonic. But - no matter how ridiculous, bizarre, or stupid it may be - it is a change that you want to do for the love of your own sanity.

But does that change help? Does associating trouble in your life to meat make you not want the meat anymore? Does connecting the burning of wax to the layers of wrong in your life make you want to burn the candle faster? Or does it make you want that thing - a boy, a friend, a social status, a grade - even more?

The human mind is a most fascinating thing. You take a situation that you know the odds of you getting what you want is a 0. There is simply no question that it will happen, but yet you want it over all possessions that you already have. You would trade anything to have that object because it is exactly what you cannot have. Isn't that just the exact opposite of what we are entitled to be? But yet, this attitude has been going on since the creation of man.

So, what is this feeling? Are we really feeling? Or are we as shallow as the members of Jonas' community {The Giver}?

There are times when I feel like The Receiver and I am staring into a world of color, yet the others around me are looking into black, white, and grey. I feel as if I carry the pain and they just indifferently live. It is because they know no other way. At least that's what I keep telling myself.

Regards,

-R.A.B