“The right color of red hair has not come along and sat down at the bar on a Tuesday when the jukebox was playing Leonard Cohen, and your Manhattan tasted like the future.” ~ Lisa Taddeo

This is the random kind of post only my writer friends will care about, but the good news is, it’s short. :P

A friend of mine shared this on FB today because she thought it was beautiful.

She was absolutely right.

Of course, it was attached to the billionth article I’ve read recently about why people cheat, how everyone’s capable of infidelity, and how it’s just human nature to be dishonest and betray those you love. To which, of course, I responded with my standard comments on society’s unrealistic expectations that we should look to find everything in one partner, and then feel betrayed when the person we love either resents us for holding them back from being able to grow in ways that sometimes only relationships with other people allow, resents us for stifling them and being overly demanding, or ultimately lies and cheats because part of human nature is growth and freedom–and a partner who doesn’t understand that is probably not your ideal partner. Yet, since most people aren’t as open-minded as they’d like to think and are more selfish and possessive than is necessary (I include myself here, of course), ideal partners are hard to find. We just all try to come as close as we possibly can.

In short, the typical response from the “monogamy and adultery are not the only two options in permanently committed relationships” viewpoint. I didn’t link to the article, because we’ve had this conversation many times in different forms, on FB and on my blog, and in person, if you know me…and re-posting it on my FB wall may not the smartest of moves right now. Also, it’s not a particularly unique article in any way.

The exception is, as this lovely and talented writer friend pointed out, there’s this one brilliant line worthy of recognition.

It is probably the only recognition I’ll give Esquire magazine (where the article appeared) for the rest of the year, so…you know, kudos.

This blog, however, is most definitely worth a read. This girl has a great voice and an individualistic style, and like many women, I can relate. I’ll certainly be back.

Too stressed out with work and sickness and dog-sitting to write anything of interest. Mostly, nothing interesting happens to me lately, anyhow. :P

However, I did see this quote I absolutely loved on Twitter today, so I’ll just leave you all with this thought as I pig out on Domino’s in my PJ’s with a box of tissues in my lap :P (yeah, I’ve seen better days.)

“Real men don’t date the most beautiful girl in the world, they date the girl who makes their world the most beautiful.”~ Anonymous

Only 22 more articles about lawyers, dentists, and plastic surgeons to go. I never knew how much there was to possibly correct about oneself until I started this job. *laughs*

An old friend of mine pointed this song out to me a few weeks ago, because he told me it reminded him of me (for obvious reasons.) Not typically my sort of music, but I think it’s pretty, and now it randomly sticks in my head.


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“And a woman spoke, saying,
Tell us of Pain.
And he said:
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.
Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.
And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy;
And you would accept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields.
And you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief.
Much of your pain is self chosen.
It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.
Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquility:
For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by the tender hand of the Unseen,
And the cup he brings, though it burns your lips, has been fashioned by the clay
Which the Potter has moistened with His own sacred tears. ”

~ “The Prophet”, Khalil Gibran