MySpace


blogs.myspace.com/christopherclemons
MySpace.com | rss | sign in
Chris Clemons



Last Updated: 11/28/2009

Send Message
Instant Message
Email to a Friend
Subscribe

Gender: Male
Status: Single
Age: 21
Sign: Capricorn

City: FORT WALTON BEACH
State: Florida
Country: US
Signup Date: 11/7/2006
Sunday, September 06, 2009 
Now, everything that is everything is hypothetical and of our own opinion. Assessments based on perceptions. Things like math are, as far as we know, factual and pretty solid. Everything else is flimsy.

I like flimsy. The flimsy can be positive…overwhelmingly positive and joyous. The flimsy can also be negative. When it comes to optimism and pessimism I’m not prone to either. I simply call it like it is based on the makeup of my perception, which today is a mixture of 50% romanticism and 50% practicality (+-49%). In all honesty, I never really know how or why I perceive what I perceive. I stopped trying a long time ago (about an hour ago).

I realized today that romanticism is simply a product of the human condition. We romanticize ideas about everything to give them weight and make them feel more substantial because it makes us feel more substantial. Because we all fear being alone, some of us fearing to be alone even when we aren’t, it is generally the main goal in one’s existence to get not alone…to be held at night…to be told that they can feel safe in another person’s honesty, faithfulness, and compassion. Enter love. Love is personal to each individual and cannot be generally defined. Love is a tailored suit for a specific person to wear to a certain outing on a certain night. I’ve never been able to find any piece of clothing that I’ve felt was made specifically for me, so I can’t comment on what that garment feels like to be worn. Unlike clothing, which is separate from ourselves, love is a manipulated object defined by lines of a poem by a homosexual French author who lived and died alone that we have deemed tangible. Unfortunately, love is simply a collection of our romanticism of “nice-to-haves”. It is truly what our ideological musings muster out of the desire to feel the ultimate other. Maybe a glimpse of God, the, simply put, other…not subject to our dissection or even comprehension, otherworldly and 4-dimensional.

Regardless if a given person deems this assessment truthful or not, they’ve got a lot to lose by adopting this flimsy piece of pessimism. If we didn’t romanticize the bleak realities around us and throw our desires into one pot and call the outcome love and chase until we find someone we can mold our desires around, which, to me, might be compromising, than we never get not alone.

Look around. Everyone settles for the sake of a single romantic idea. They veil the realities and instead opt for a world where the truth is swept under the rug and when it haunts us, we get prescribed pills of thicker veils.

I don’t want to be told that I’ve been given the perfect garment and realize it’s 3 sizes too big and that I have to gain 150lbs for it to fit. And if ignorance is bliss, I’d better get comfortable in a hole.
10:54 PM
 
Print
Previous Post: Old Things in a New Year | Back to Blog List