I like this quote, er...song lyric.
"I undress my mind and dare you to follow..."
I find it intriguing. Gotta love that Sara B.
I continue to find myself in situations longing for new situations.
Is that a commitment issue? Who knows.
I watched Atonement tonight while I was supposed to be doing homework..
Started watching it because of this thing I have for boys with accents...but it's quite a wonderful movie. It was a good experience...in a lot of ways I felt like Briony, the main character. Not really in the sense that I have this guilt ripping me into pieces...though I do have some guilt...but it's the other aspects of her character that I really connected with.
She's a girl.
She's a selfish, foolish girl who is quick to jump to conclusions.
She has a love of words...she writes.
Most importantly...the older she becomes, the more she longs for candid realness in her relationships...she has all of these things inside her she wants to share, but being candidly real and open and honest is tough. I mean, it can be alright when you have one or two people that you pour yourself out on...but what about if you write? Where is the line? And at one point do you step over it and begin infringing on the rights of others? And at what point does it become fake?
I'm not really talking about blogging....I mean, I guess I could be.
I was kindof thinking bigger than that though...
Briony doesn't publish her biography untill she's dying. It's the last book she'll ever write, and she won't be around to experience the realness...I think I want more than that.
I tend to complicate things....just by nature. I'll chew them up untill they're unrecognizable. I'm thinking that may be what I've done here...anyways.
I'm done sounding off on my ethical...personal...spiritual ramblings.
-Love.
1 comment:
i loved that movie... and yes, i too love boys with accents. LOVE them! i was very in tune to how what you perceive to be true is so different from reality. most people perceive and only a few know the reality of the situation and most cannot face it.
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