Thursday, November 18, 2004

C'est la Vie
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Well, the cookie crumbles, and Josh does too. From spanning hyper active Gummy highs, to the lows of the night, Josh has felt it all. I think that when life gets you down, it expects to you to get back up and keep going. So, when you decide to just let life keep going, it gets pissed. So, stuff like breaking a leg or heartbreak happens. I guess you could say I like to throw the blame, but who doesn't? Let's look at Moulin Rouge. Christen and Satine have the love of a lifetime, and becuase of peer presure, Satine tries to throw it away for the love of some asshole. Which, really isn't love anyway. It is just lust. Christen, in an act of desperation goes to the Moulin Rouge and tries to pay Satine. She tries to run, but they end up in stage where Christen throws the money at her, then leaves. As he leaves, Satine begins to sing again. After she finshes, Christen responds with his song "Come What May". The two meet on stage and finish the show. After the curtain closes, Satine and Christen embrace, then Satine falls. She whispers to Christen, first telling him that she loves him, and gets him to promise to tell their story. She then dies in his arms. What the Hell? I thought they were going to live happily. Nope, Christen gave up on his and Satine's love, so she died in his arms. If I had another example, I would use it. It just seems that when all hope is lost, that you don't stop hoping that it will come out ok. After you lose hope, what else is there to lose? I realise, that I probably couldn't follow my own advice even if I tried, but helping others helps right? I guess, the whole point I'm trying to make is, that if I do give the hope I have of finding someone to just be there for me, will I never find anyone? I realise, that like in my last post, I comented on online people. They are all great, but what if no one's on? What if I am no where near a computer? I guess it's like bottling up everything just stops the flow of natural emmotion. If you stop the outpour, the in inpour gets stopped up. So, talking about stuff should feel good right? For me, it doesn't. It just makes me feel like, now this person has the authority to have me packed up and shipped to the looney bin. I guess that's kinda dumb, but I'm a little jumpy. I don't really trust alot of people, and those I do, they know just about everything that happens. END (insert word) Once again, Nothing Happy. SOrry Guys Josh

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