Love Cliches

I wrote this a while ago.. I can't find the will to write today.. Vote in the comments if I deserve a punishment.


Cliché ideals of love:
Sweaty palms
Racing hearts
Perfect harmony
Finishing each others sentences
Constant happiness
Fixed flaws

Real love:
Uncontrolled laughter
Knowing what you’re going to say but saying something different just to make the other person laugh because you’re a freak and they like it ^_^
Acceptance, love and reassurance that flaws are not only ok, but beautiful
Inside jokes
Fights, rubbing each other the wrong way and being able to accept it as part of life, fix it and move on
Knowing what makes each other tic
Knowing what makes each other smile
Knowing what makes each other cry
Knowing what makes each other crazy
Not knowing why you’re smiling
Not knowing why you’re crazy
Not knowing why you’re laughing
Learning, every day, how to make it work



Fuck clichés, I think we’ll be fine without them.

Jumping Back In

Vacations are great, you get to spend some time to yourself, not worry about all the little things in life. You can relax, and get to what you want to do. But eventually vacations end, you have to go back to your job, you're normal routine. Returning to a routine can be just as hectic as disrupting one, coming back after being gone... You suddenly feel like you're new again.

Expected to preform acts you've so joyously distanced yourself from, those old muscle memories slow to respond. You fluster, you flub, you make mistakes. The tension mounts, you wonder why you took that vacation at all. You tell yourself you should have stayed where it was comfortable. The familiar is so inviting, no change, no expectations, no excitement.

Eventually the muscle memories kick in, we become settled in our norm. The tension is replaced with ease, we find ourselves again. That break is once again welcomed, enjoyed. Thought on with fondness. We let those thoughts of staying in the familiar pass, and start planning our next disruption of the routine... We jump back in, and find ourselves.

But damn if picking up where you left off isn't hard.

Confusing Realities

Tangled in the vines
You think about all you've done
Tangled in the vines
You whisper a prayer for all you could do

Tangled
Webbed
Trapped

Trapped without hope
You wish for redemption
Trapped without dreams
You lose connection

Once you're there
You're lost forever
You're drifting away
You've gone to a world of ends


Or a beginning.

Harmonious Disposition

Each interaction
Each event
Each brush of the shoulders
Or kiss of the lips

Each opportunity
Each idea
Each meeting of the eye
or conversation

Everything.. Everyone... is a chance to learn.
About each other.... about yourself.

Don't let the opportunities slip away because of fear
Don't let the past cloud your present
Don't let your future dictate your actions

Cautiousness and curiosity must be balanced
You cannot use either excessively
They must find harmony

Without that delicate dance
There is no merit to the past
No present entanglements worth having
And no future to attend to

Cooking

There's something so soothing about being in the kitchen with raw ingredients set out in front of you. They are yours to form and create with, yours to turn into whatever may come out of your mind, your hands and your own creativity.

Follow an old family recipe, create your own, add an extra teaspoon of something or another. You rebel, you!

My favorite thing is to create sauce from scratch, adding the layers of tomatoes and herbs and stirring and simmering, letting the smell penetrate your home.

It's exciting and makes you expectant of the coming use of the very thing you are creating.

Am I the only one who feels this excitement when cooking?

I hope not because then I'd feel very odd. Far more odd than I already feel.

Time

Time slips away
Running through fingers
Running away
Lost

Time is opportunity
Gone and past
Gone forever
No more

Time runs constant
Time runs smooth

Time, will never change.
Time, will never let you down.

Trust in time, even as you grip it, trying to keep it with you.

Bad, bad girl

So some of you might have noticed that I uh… Didn’t exactly post on time yesterday. In fact, I didn’t post at all yesterday.

And most of you know what this means. That it’s time for me to be punished.

Will’s decided the following punishment will be suitable. I have to write every day until the end of the week, that’s 5 days, punishing not only me but giving him some time off. And while I dislike this punishment greatly due to the week it currently is (you right bastard) I am going to do it because I, unlike William, am a woman of my word. Not that… William... is a woman… Moving along.

Will, since I’m posting ALONE this week, I expect you to bloody comment like every other reader. Deal with it.

So here’s my first punishment post.



All my life, I have always been early.

Early for church, early for school, early for parties, early for everything.

This is mostly my father’s fault. He hates being late. He hates being 5 minutes early. He hates being 10 minutes early. 15 or more. Always.

So all my life, always being early, I’ve always been the first to everything, the one that shows up when things aren’t quite ready, the awkward one who just waits for everyone else.

It’s enough to give a girl a complex!

So I’m more apathetic about time now, for the most part.

Ok that’s a lie. I’m not at all apathetic. Ask my family and friends.

“Guys we have to go, the movie is in an hour and it’s a 20 minute drive!”

“Dad, hurry up, I have to be there at 1.”
“Manda, it’s 11.”



So yeah. I was a bad girl. I promise to be more careful. After I slay William.


Leave suggestions for my 5 day punishment!


-Manda

Poetry and made up words

Never put your faith in a stranger
They will steadfastly let you down
Without realizing the danger
Oblivious to your loss of ground.

Never put your faith in a lover
For they wield a power untaught
Once the words surround you
The damage can never be unwrought






So I was writing the shitty poem above you hoping to get inspired to write something when I stumbled upon a realization. As much as I love words and all their glory, I make up a fuckload of them.

Example: Unwrought.... Not a word. You all know what I mean when I said it. But it's REALLY not a word.

The more I think the more I realize I do this more often than not. I take a real word and add things to it. A prefix here, a suffix there. A completely non-realistic word there.

And then I realized something else... No WONDER people hate talking to me so much. Half of what I said... isn't a real language. Ha!

My friends have always said I have Mandaisms

And I just thought it was my phrasing but.. blast it all, I just have my own damn language again.

Lovely.




So now that I know
How I ruin my fav'rite
Language, yay me.

Improving

The point of this site, for me anyway, was to get used to writing on a regular basis. Every other day I would have to write, no matter what. It's been nearly a month and I haven't missed a day, I'm proud of myself. And while I've written a few articles that people have thought were good, there are a few I've written I'm not very proud of at all. There are many reasons why, I rushed the article, didn't have my heart set on the topic, or I just couldn't put some thought to word.

So I of course started to think about actual improvement, moving forward, making progress. And isn't that one of the hardest things to do. Think about your job, do you always do your best? Do you always strive to be better than you were before, or do you do fall into a cycle of giving just whats needed to make it? Most of us fall into a cycle, not because we're lazy, unmotivated, or unable... But just because it's easier to follow the routine, and hard to break a routine once it's set.

So how do we strive to be better, how do we improve ourselves? It can be a daunting task really, this isn't like getting a job started, or finding the motivation to be creative... This is being better than you were just before. Taking a step up, and making sure you don't stumble back. Trying to keep yourself moving forward, bettering yourself always.

I want you all to do something for me, pick an aspect of your life... it can be small, it can be large, but I want you to try and improve yourself in that task. Put some extra effort into something, work or hobby, doesn't matter. Just try and be better than you were the day before, improve yourself a little bit...

Otherwise you'll just stick to the routine.

Empty Homes

Have you ever been alone in your house? I mean, you probably have but bear with me.

You’re alone. Without the TV on. Without music playing. Without company. No voices to fill the silent instances.

You hear the creak of the house, the shift in the ice maker, your breathing, the birds outside, the fan’s quiet wisp.

You can remember that, the listening... But do you remember your thought process in those moments?

Do you tend to not delve too deep or do you withdraw in yourself, thinking about things that are overly sensitive and deep?

Are you comfortable with yourself? Comfortable enough to be alone, to either not worry or to flit through your thoughts like you would pages in a book?

Or do you need to hide behind the white noise?

It’s just something I think about… Being alone in a house. No white noise. Nothing to hide behind. Just me and my thoughts.



I miss the white noise.