The oldies are the goodies..

Those people knew what they were talking about. Karen Carpenter singing about finding love some day, Frank Sinatra singing about marriage, the Beatles spouting retro gibberish about holding hands...

That's the kind of attitude I want to have myself. Hope, commitment, trust, understanding. Everything else is secondary. That's why it shouldn't be so complicated.

I'm being idealistic aren't I? And when I am, I make myself vulnerable to getting hurt. But why should I start to burn my bridges when none have been built?

posted by beautiful at 7:52 am

I had some pretty good dreams last night... the kind that make reality so crappy when you finally wake up to it...

I don't believe dreams mean a thing, other than being a reflection of your subconscious, and all that Freudian wish fulfilment stuff. I'm not sure if dreams can be signs, or omens, or communication with the dead, but they've never been that way for me and that's the way it's gonna stay. And if my dreams are anything to go by, I'm quite the idealist really. All those things which I push away during the day come back at night. Hmm.

Am I so busy being cynical just to protect myself? Staying in depressed mode so there's no way I can fall? I don't think I've gotten it right yet. I need to be shown the way.

posted by beautiful at 5:29 pm