Life is pain; anyone who tells you otherwise is trying to sell you something.
As much as I have this obsessive need to keep busy, I'm really beginning to value this downtime. After all, I'm doing two of my favorite things, aren't I? I'm listening to the Garden State soundtrack at the moment, and I have to say, it's phenomenal, although I do have a bias for talented, no-name, possibly up and coming new artists; I guess I've always had a thing for the underdog. Last night I went to see the midnight showing of Princess Bride, a great way to become nostalgic and starry eyed, even if I've never been one for fairy tales. A realist at heart I suppose... Aaron asked me a question during the movie, of which I'm only now formulating a response to. He asked why it is that girls adore the guy with wisps of hair haphazardly strewn across his forehead. And I believe the answer is this, and I think it might be a universal truth that I hadn't ever considered before. I think that as females, we are innately nurturing and maternal, regardless of social upbringing or custom. We all need to be needed, and therefore the wayward hair is symbolic of something physical that we can fix by a simple, gentle graze of hand, which of course fulfills our genetic disposition, so to speak. Such social creatures are we. Even through eons of evolution, it is the small things that bring and trace us back to the very primitive. Darwin really should have focused more on human patterns rather than finches; he'd probably find this all very intriguing.
posted by Sheila @ 8/29/2004 08:07:00 PM
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