Came across this video when I was on the SF Giants website looking for the game schedule and ticket prices. It makes me fall in love with that team more than I already am.
Amazing.
Friday, April 22, 2011
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
i love you, i hate you
My friend Liz posted this on her Tumblr today and I absolutely fell in love with it. It is from a site called Thought Catalog which has some pretty cool posts/articles/videos/pictures.
Enjoy :)
I Love You, I Hate You
by Ryan O'Connell
Enjoy :)
I Love You, I Hate You
by Ryan O'Connell
If you love someone, you run the risk of not loving them one day. You run the risk of seeing them in a grocery store years later and hiding behind the display of bananas so you won’t have to say anything to them and pretend that the love never happened. It’s funny, isn’t it? When you run into someone like your childhood best friend (the one you haven’t seen in years, the one who became a Christian and has a Coach bag), you say hello. You hug, quickly find out what they’re doing with their life, if they’re happy, and then you move on. Sure, it’s awkward, and there might be a temporary ache in your chest afterwards (time can be unkind) but you acknowledge them, you pay tribute with a smile, a hug, a “How are you doing?”
With the people you once loved, the people that once had an all-access pass to the most intimate details of your life, you sometimes can’t pay tribute. You can’t ask them about their work, their travels, or god forbid, their family. Your mind can’t process it. They can only exist in black and white; they can either be everything or nothing. You say hello to the person you played with when you were five, and ignore the person whose cum you swallowed, who once cried to you in a cab because everything was going wrong and oh my god, you wanted to help them, wanted to save them.
Who do we hold on to and who do we force ourselves to forget? The hardest thing about love often seems to be the extremes. How quickly it can go from “hold me through the night” to “get fuck off of me.” One day you’re in a hotel gift shop with the person you love and you look over at them and start to see different things, things you wish you were never able to see. This is the beginning of the end, the beginning of “get the fuck off of me.” You know in that moment that you’ll be ignoring them five years from now in a grocery store.
You always have the ability to hate someone you love. Hate is passion just like love is passion. You must know this when you sign the love contract. “I hereby acknowledge that loving you carries the potential for disaster. I hereby acknowledge the possibility of hating your fucking guts!!!” Will this stop anyone from loving? More importantly, should it? No.
In a way, hate can be the best compliment next to love. Because the second you’re able to come up to your ex in that grocery store or on the street, you’ve healed and moved on. The love exists now in a healthy compartment in your brain or not at all. This is all very well and good, but it also means that it’s truly done. Technically, this is what’s supposed to happen. This is the path you’re supposed to be on. But losing the passion can sometimes be the hardest thing to give up. Holding on to feelings, whether it’s love or hate, reminds you that you’re still alive and that the relationship happened. Or something.
With the people you once loved, the people that once had an all-access pass to the most intimate details of your life, you sometimes can’t pay tribute. You can’t ask them about their work, their travels, or god forbid, their family. Your mind can’t process it. They can only exist in black and white; they can either be everything or nothing. You say hello to the person you played with when you were five, and ignore the person whose cum you swallowed, who once cried to you in a cab because everything was going wrong and oh my god, you wanted to help them, wanted to save them.
Who do we hold on to and who do we force ourselves to forget? The hardest thing about love often seems to be the extremes. How quickly it can go from “hold me through the night” to “get fuck off of me.” One day you’re in a hotel gift shop with the person you love and you look over at them and start to see different things, things you wish you were never able to see. This is the beginning of the end, the beginning of “get the fuck off of me.” You know in that moment that you’ll be ignoring them five years from now in a grocery store.
You always have the ability to hate someone you love. Hate is passion just like love is passion. You must know this when you sign the love contract. “I hereby acknowledge that loving you carries the potential for disaster. I hereby acknowledge the possibility of hating your fucking guts!!!” Will this stop anyone from loving? More importantly, should it? No.
In a way, hate can be the best compliment next to love. Because the second you’re able to come up to your ex in that grocery store or on the street, you’ve healed and moved on. The love exists now in a healthy compartment in your brain or not at all. This is all very well and good, but it also means that it’s truly done. Technically, this is what’s supposed to happen. This is the path you’re supposed to be on. But losing the passion can sometimes be the hardest thing to give up. Holding on to feelings, whether it’s love or hate, reminds you that you’re still alive and that the relationship happened. Or something.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
courage
I just re-read To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee for my Adolescent Literature class. I forgot how much I liked that book. The story is riveting, the characters are relatable, and although the story is sad, it also gives you hope.
I think that I need more of that type of courage... or just more courage in general.
What are battles that you are willing to fight even if the risk of failure is higher than the chance of success?
"I wanted you to see what real courage is, instead of getting the idea that courage is a man with a gun in his hand. It's when you know you're licked before you begin but you begin anyway and you see it through no matter what. you rarely win, but sometimes you do." - Atticus Finch, To Kill a Mockingbird
I think that I need more of that type of courage... or just more courage in general.
What are battles that you are willing to fight even if the risk of failure is higher than the chance of success?
xox
Sunday, April 10, 2011
sharptooth!!
My roommates and I just set up the PlayStation so that we could watch Netflix instant streaming. First movie to christen the new setup? The Land Before Time!!!
That movie was one of my favorite movies when I was a kid - I haven't seen it in years. Christine and I decided to watch it and it turned out that Stephanie had never seen it! So sad.
Did you ever watch The Land Before Time when you were a kid? What were your favorite children's movies? What movies do you still love now that you are an adult?
That movie was one of my favorite movies when I was a kid - I haven't seen it in years. Christine and I decided to watch it and it turned out that Stephanie had never seen it! So sad.
Did you ever watch The Land Before Time when you were a kid? What were your favorite children's movies? What movies do you still love now that you are an adult?
Friday, April 8, 2011
fill in the blank Friday
Fill in the blank Friday - and a picture from the super long and intense hail storm that occurred about an hour ago. The hail was so big it was painful!! And mind you - I live on the beautiful California Central Coast which means we don't get much of any type of weather besides sunshine 330 days out of the year.
1. Something that makes me a great friend is, I listen to what they have to say and try to help in any way I can. I am honest and give advice, but I am also there if they just need to vent or get something off their chest.
2. I am gullible, looking for a job, hopeful, trustworthy.
3. I am not perfect, comfortable in skirts or dresses, ready for the "real world",
4. If I had to describe myself in 3 words, they would be driven, anxious, compassionate.
5. Something I'm really cheap about is makeup. I know I should spend more money to get nicer makeup because the cheap stuff isn't as good for our skin - but for some reason it isn't something that I have been able to justify spending a bunch of money on.
6. Something I'm willing to splurge on is food, and more recently - clothing. I have decided that a person's wardrobe says a lot about them. Up until recently my wardrobe hasn't said anything good - so I am changing that .
7. I would trade money for happiness in a heartbeat. (I know, it's cheesy, but I couldn't think of anything else!)
This is the view from our court. The hail covered the street and probably dented a few cars. It seemed as though, despite the large pieces of ice falling from the sky, the entire neighborhood was out watching (and playing - snowballs!)
1. Something that makes me a great friend is, I listen to what they have to say and try to help in any way I can. I am honest and give advice, but I am also there if they just need to vent or get something off their chest.
2. I am gullible, looking for a job, hopeful, trustworthy.
3. I am not perfect, comfortable in skirts or dresses, ready for the "real world",
4. If I had to describe myself in 3 words, they would be driven, anxious, compassionate.
5. Something I'm really cheap about is makeup. I know I should spend more money to get nicer makeup because the cheap stuff isn't as good for our skin - but for some reason it isn't something that I have been able to justify spending a bunch of money on.
6. Something I'm willing to splurge on is food, and more recently - clothing. I have decided that a person's wardrobe says a lot about them. Up until recently my wardrobe hasn't said anything good - so I am changing that .
7. I would trade money for happiness in a heartbeat. (I know, it's cheesy, but I couldn't think of anything else!)
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