Also, I was thinking back to my last break-up, and I could hardly remember it. What hurt the most at that moment of realization was that in a few years time, I can be in the exact same place I am now:Sept. 3, 2008
Totally upset about Boy XYZ, and having forgotten all about John. Now, is that fair to John? Does it allow me to grow? Or will I keep making the same mistakes?
Friday, June 15, 2012
Reblog
Monday, October 31, 2011
Marry Me
I wish I had known about St. Vincent three years ago!
Marry me, John
Marry me, John I'll be so good to you
You won't realize I'm gone
Monday, May 4, 2009
Dear Dear Old Love, I love you.
I read Dear Old Love pretty religiously.
But this video - this reading of the notes with pretty standard/eh acting - made me sob.
Something with the voice and music added to the sentiments. Bon Iver's Skinny Love at the end is the major kicker.
I try to be cool, I try to be logical. Overall, I think I'm doing a decent job. The last thing I want to do is put the pressure of a emotional girl on the shoulders of any boy I'm "dating." But somewhere, deep down, I'm still a sobbing, hopeless romantic relationship blogger.
Friday, January 2, 2009
A Dear John post (because):
1. I have to move that two-posts-ago post down even further. Ew.
2. I need somewhere to word-vomit, and my Twitter isn't good for that any more because I have professional-types following me. They don't want to hear about silly cute boys.
Dear John,
You just called me. Just to chat. I was at work. We mindlessly chatted a bit. You told me you just had a lot of thoughts about "us" you wanted to tell me. I said I'm nervous! You said, don't worry, it's good. I said I can't concentrate at work and I'd call you on my walk to the train. You told me that's fine.
Now I'm nervous and jiggly and glancing at the clock every three seconds.
And hoping that this post will let me stop thinking about it and actually accomplish some work.
Love,
Heart
2. I need somewhere to word-vomit, and my Twitter isn't good for that any more because I have professional-types following me. They don't want to hear about silly cute boys.
Dear John,
You just called me. Just to chat. I was at work. We mindlessly chatted a bit. You told me you just had a lot of thoughts about "us" you wanted to tell me. I said I'm nervous! You said, don't worry, it's good. I said I can't concentrate at work and I'd call you on my walk to the train. You told me that's fine.
Now I'm nervous and jiggly and glancing at the clock every three seconds.
And hoping that this post will let me stop thinking about it and actually accomplish some work.
Love,
Heart
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Like, oh my i/denti/tee
I found this site via View from the Bottom (who I follow on Twitter @thegirlRiot, who I found because I was looking to follow fashion-tweeters? I think? Can't really remember!).
The point is, it's a pretty neat-o idea. There's music, there's fashion, and there's crowdsourcing. All good stuff I'm slightly obsessed with.
(That and keeping this blog updated. It's been a busy week for all of us - building-pass adventures for OhMyDrama and I, graduating college for OhMyGoodness (yay!!!) and workity work work for those other two amazing business women. But I do want to keep our awesome NaBloPoMo stream flowing steadily.)
I added to their database "I found a city love" from John Mayer to their database. I felt like I had a ton more in me, but couldn't think at the moment.
What would you want identitee to print on a t-shirt? There's definitely a difference between an awesome lyric and a witty tee, but they can live in harmony for sure. (heh, get it? harmony?)
Check out i/denti/tee, submit your idea, and let us know here, too!
The point is, it's a pretty neat-o idea. There's music, there's fashion, and there's crowdsourcing. All good stuff I'm slightly obsessed with.
(That and keeping this blog updated. It's been a busy week for all of us - building-pass adventures for OhMyDrama and I, graduating college for OhMyGoodness (yay!!!) and workity work work for those other two amazing business women. But I do want to keep our awesome NaBloPoMo stream flowing steadily.)
I added to their database "I found a city love" from John Mayer to their database. I felt like I had a ton more in me, but couldn't think at the moment.
What would you want identitee to print on a t-shirt? There's definitely a difference between an awesome lyric and a witty tee, but they can live in harmony for sure. (heh, get it? harmony?)
Check out i/denti/tee, submit your idea, and let us know here, too!
Monday, November 24, 2008
What is the uncomfortable feeling in the pit of my stomach?
Oh, yeah, it's jealousy.
OMG. Seriously. I'm about to write an actual coherent post on LOMB, but I had to get this out first.
Dear John,
I am so grossed out with myself right now. Let's see if I can describe this concretely, like I was trained so well in poetry class to do.
It started in my stomach. Butterflies isn't right, and it's also cliche. And "nervous" isn't concrete. But everyone knows what nervous feels like, right?
Well it started as nerves, in the outer film of my stomach, but seeped deep and rose high to my throat really fast. Except once it was in my throat, it sort of felt feverish. My eyes blurred a little bit, and I got a mini-chill.
I wanted to throw my laptop at the wall. But instead of moving the offending thing from my eyes, I kept clicking through - looking at picture after picture.
I'm talking about Facebook stalking, of course. Of you. On a "semi-formal" sort-of-maybe date. With another girl.
Well, duh, of course it would be another girl. And technically - technically!! - this is a-okay. Perfectly acceptable. Definitely encourageable, actually! I, of course, tried to rationally tell one of my other girlfriends this when she was apalled at her ex's Facebook pictures with other girls. "It's his right! You broke up with him!" I told her in a text message. She did not text me back. I wonder why.
Because she had this god-awful feeling in the pit of her stomach.
Because even though she (we, totally we, especially me) - because we're hott and girls and selfish humans and OH SO WORTH IT - are allowed to date, flirt, and otherwise online stalk other boys...our exes are SO not.
Because even though I traveled to Philly for a sleepover date, made out sloppily with a hottie mchotterson in public on Halloween, was surprised I didn't get a kiss at the end of my date last night, and am actively flirting with like 20389471 different guys, YOU, of course, are not allowed to do any of these things.
Because even though YOU broke up with ME, you obviously must be pining away over me. On the other side of the country. Like an a-sexual being. Because any woman after me is just a mere girl. Or something.
Well this is just silly. Because I am a 21st Century woman. And I love you (in all definitions of the word). And I am above all these games (sort of). I am mature with high, but realistic expectations about our "future" and our "relationship." We're on the freakin opposite sides of the country, for cryin' out loud, and we're human.
So I won't point out that she's not that cute (well, actually, she's adorable, but I could make up stuff I don't like her if I wanted to). I won't point out that we had a fantastically away-message leaving conversation over the weekend (barf). I won't point out that you broke up with me because you didn't know how you felt about relationships.
(Oops.) Instead, I'll blame it on Facebook, and how I jump all over conclusions and get all upset for absolutely no reason.
And I'll take back my thought process I had last time I was dancing with a cute boy. Because we had mutual friends there, and those mutual friends were taking pictures. Of me. Being dipped. By said cute boy. Tons of fun! And I thought, "I hope they put this on Facebook. And I hope Dear John gets jealous."
I take back that thought process because I really don't hope that. Jealousy is rare for me, and now I know why it's a deadly sin. It feels horrible. I wouldn't wish this uncomfortable feeling in the pit of my stomach on my worst enemy (my poetry teacher would be really annoyed with how many cliches I've stuck in here). And you're not my worst enemy. Far from it.
Much love,
Heart
(I just wish I did know what you are. Not that it should matter. Just like not that I should feel jealous. Should, should, should. Blah.)
OMG. Seriously. I'm about to write an actual coherent post on LOMB, but I had to get this out first.
Dear John,
I am so grossed out with myself right now. Let's see if I can describe this concretely, like I was trained so well in poetry class to do.
It started in my stomach. Butterflies isn't right, and it's also cliche. And "nervous" isn't concrete. But everyone knows what nervous feels like, right?
Well it started as nerves, in the outer film of my stomach, but seeped deep and rose high to my throat really fast. Except once it was in my throat, it sort of felt feverish. My eyes blurred a little bit, and I got a mini-chill.
I wanted to throw my laptop at the wall. But instead of moving the offending thing from my eyes, I kept clicking through - looking at picture after picture.
I'm talking about Facebook stalking, of course. Of you. On a "semi-formal" sort-of-maybe date. With another girl.
Well, duh, of course it would be another girl. And technically - technically!! - this is a-okay. Perfectly acceptable. Definitely encourageable, actually! I, of course, tried to rationally tell one of my other girlfriends this when she was apalled at her ex's Facebook pictures with other girls. "It's his right! You broke up with him!" I told her in a text message. She did not text me back. I wonder why.
Because she had this god-awful feeling in the pit of her stomach.
Because even though she (we, totally we, especially me) - because we're hott and girls and selfish humans and OH SO WORTH IT - are allowed to date, flirt, and otherwise online stalk other boys...our exes are SO not.
Because even though I traveled to Philly for a sleepover date, made out sloppily with a hottie mchotterson in public on Halloween, was surprised I didn't get a kiss at the end of my date last night, and am actively flirting with like 20389471 different guys, YOU, of course, are not allowed to do any of these things.
Because even though YOU broke up with ME, you obviously must be pining away over me. On the other side of the country. Like an a-sexual being. Because any woman after me is just a mere girl. Or something.
Well this is just silly. Because I am a 21st Century woman. And I love you (in all definitions of the word). And I am above all these games (sort of). I am mature with high, but realistic expectations about our "future" and our "relationship." We're on the freakin opposite sides of the country, for cryin' out loud, and we're human.
So I won't point out that she's not that cute (well, actually, she's adorable, but I could make up stuff I don't like her if I wanted to). I won't point out that we had a fantastically away-message leaving conversation over the weekend (barf). I won't point out that you broke up with me because you didn't know how you felt about relationships.
(Oops.) Instead, I'll blame it on Facebook, and how I jump all over conclusions and get all upset for absolutely no reason.
And I'll take back my thought process I had last time I was dancing with a cute boy. Because we had mutual friends there, and those mutual friends were taking pictures. Of me. Being dipped. By said cute boy. Tons of fun! And I thought, "I hope they put this on Facebook. And I hope Dear John gets jealous."
I take back that thought process because I really don't hope that. Jealousy is rare for me, and now I know why it's a deadly sin. It feels horrible. I wouldn't wish this uncomfortable feeling in the pit of my stomach on my worst enemy (my poetry teacher would be really annoyed with how many cliches I've stuck in here). And you're not my worst enemy. Far from it.
Much love,
Heart
(I just wish I did know what you are. Not that it should matter. Just like not that I should feel jealous. Should, should, should. Blah.)
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Lyrics
Dear John,
There are a lot of good breakup songs. And there are a lot of different styles to them. And I've learned recently that most of the ones written by girls - even really talented ones, like the Corrs - end up sounding super whiny. And as I and my cohort have started writing awesome lyrics ourselves, I am very conscious of sounding too whiny.
But I keep listening to a ton of music in general and I keep realizing how many of them are breakup songs. Especially those by John Mayer (my fav). Now, I am convinced that like 90% of his songs are about Lydia (who I named my GPS device after for some reason), but that's another story.
This story is about Split Screen Sadness, and how I think it's the closest a breakup song will come to our situation. Every situation is unique, of course, but every breakup does involve well...heartbreak. So it's always easy to relate. But John hit me hard just now:
Now that we chat - i mean, uh, have super-deep conversations via AIM. Really? AIM? Yes. I mean, I guess I'm blogging to you, so I can't really complain about textual conversation channels - occasionally enough, I sort of crave talking to you more. I am always tempted to call, but don't know if that's...."allowed."
One of my friends and I were commiserating literally the day after our breakup, and he said something like "Oh yeah, do not call him. I called the SHIT out of whatsherface when we broke up. It just doesn't look good." I just think that's a hilarious way to put John's beautiful telephone-trigger image. What is the best way to use that weapon? When will you use it to your advantage? Will you use it on me?
These lines are the worst for me, because I - and I know you too - are a huge believer in "all you need is love." My definition for that though must be shifting to sort of a general "love your neighbor" love, not romantic love. The same way I think 1Corinthians 13 is taken out of context.
It is so easy for my girlfriends to blame each others' exes. And bitch about how lame and ugly they were. And I know it is all to build up the girlfriends. But, just to let you know, I fought with them this weekend for you. I yelled at them, explaining your virtues and kindness and love. Because really, our breakup wasn't either of our "faults." It was distance. And it was timing. And it is confusion and definitions and maturity levels and life changes and exploration and youth.
"If I could I would punch timing in the face" is the little ditty-saying I had stuck in my head for a month after our breakup. It's being replaced by other tweet-ables, but it still makes sense. We share the silence.
Love,
Heart
There are a lot of good breakup songs. And there are a lot of different styles to them. And I've learned recently that most of the ones written by girls - even really talented ones, like the Corrs - end up sounding super whiny. And as I and my cohort have started writing awesome lyrics ourselves, I am very conscious of sounding too whiny.
But I keep listening to a ton of music in general and I keep realizing how many of them are breakup songs. Especially those by John Mayer (my fav). Now, I am convinced that like 90% of his songs are about Lydia (who I named my GPS device after for some reason), but that's another story.
This story is about Split Screen Sadness, and how I think it's the closest a breakup song will come to our situation. Every situation is unique, of course, but every breakup does involve well...heartbreak. So it's always easy to relate. But John hit me hard just now:
One hand on the trigger of a telephone
Wondering when the call comes
Where you say it's alright
You got your heart right
Now that we chat - i mean, uh, have super-deep conversations via AIM. Really? AIM? Yes. I mean, I guess I'm blogging to you, so I can't really complain about textual conversation channels - occasionally enough, I sort of crave talking to you more. I am always tempted to call, but don't know if that's...."allowed."
One of my friends and I were commiserating literally the day after our breakup, and he said something like "Oh yeah, do not call him. I called the SHIT out of whatsherface when we broke up. It just doesn't look good." I just think that's a hilarious way to put John's beautiful telephone-trigger image. What is the best way to use that weapon? When will you use it to your advantage? Will you use it on me?
All you need is love is a lie cause
We had love but we still said goodbye
Now we're tired, battered fighters
And it stings when it's nobody's fault
Cause there's nothing to blame at the drop of your name
It's only the air you took and the breath you left
These lines are the worst for me, because I - and I know you too - are a huge believer in "all you need is love." My definition for that though must be shifting to sort of a general "love your neighbor" love, not romantic love. The same way I think 1Corinthians 13 is taken out of context.
It is so easy for my girlfriends to blame each others' exes. And bitch about how lame and ugly they were. And I know it is all to build up the girlfriends. But, just to let you know, I fought with them this weekend for you. I yelled at them, explaining your virtues and kindness and love. Because really, our breakup wasn't either of our "faults." It was distance. And it was timing. And it is confusion and definitions and maturity levels and life changes and exploration and youth.
"If I could I would punch timing in the face" is the little ditty-saying I had stuck in my head for a month after our breakup. It's being replaced by other tweet-ables, but it still makes sense. We share the silence.
Love,
Heart
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