The pocket of time that love creates
Unlike that of any other phenomenon,
That moment when the seconds synch
with the beats of your heart, racing
faster
faster
and faster
Even though the moment has stood still.
That entrancing contradiction where time stands still
yet races.
That bubble of time where all else fades away and the two of you sit inside
The rest of the world moves on around you
The world spins on its axis and you both stand still
simultaneously racing through time while the world races around you
Leaving you both trapped inside a blissful separation from which neither cares to escape
That impossible moment
when the two of you find each other
and time stands still.
then you look at the clock
and realize time's moved faster than it ever has.
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Monday, January 30, 2012
People who go to the Gym at 5 A.M.
We all take ourselves too seriously. I prefer willing myself into a state of delusion for comedic effect.
I went to the gym today. For the first time in probably two months. I used to go every single day at the same time. But when I went this morning all the attractive women weren't there! I asked my buddy who had been going much more consistently than I have what happened. He said they kinda stopped going. About two months ago.
So naturally my reaction was: "So you are telling me I stopped going to the gym and then allllll the good looking girls just stopped going, eh?" I said this with a pretty big grin on my face.
Anywho, there used to people I knew, the regulars at that time.
Obsessive compulsive slob (the guy who does the exact same unwavering routine everyday...in the exact same clothes)
Overly intense Redhead (the hot girl whose legs are so muscular they look like they could break a high school lunch tray in half...and I'm not complaining)
Woo guy (the guy who yells to psych himself up)
Weird looking intense girl (the girl who rolls out of bed and works out in her pajamas)
Overly cosmetic gay guy (the guy who has no functional strength but looks really strong in the smallest tank top he can find at Baby Gap)
Self-conscious cute girl (the girl that does her make-up before coming into the gym to squat against the wall for a couple minutes and then leave)
Really really really really ridiculously good at the jump-rope girl (seriously, she does like hand-stands and stuff at breakneck speeds, I just sit and watch when she is there and I don't care if anyone thinks it is creepy, its spectacular how good she is....and I'm not complaining)
The Look-a-likes (a guy who looks eerily like Mike Krzyzewski and either works out with his sister or dates a girl that looks entirely too much like himself)
The inappropriate stretching girl (a girl who stretches in ridiculously provocative poses on a stability ball just a little too close to people and happens to be in their lines of sight....and I'm not complaining)
aaand Finally...
The You'll-think I'm making this up Guy (no kidding, this is a 6'1" 230-pound [no muscle] 54-year-old white guy probably livung in his mother's basement. He has a Jew-Fro, wire-rim glasses, 80's style short shorts aaaaand a belly shirt.....that comes off.....completely off, while running on the treadmill......with so much sweat flying off the fro that the three treadmills on either side become vacant...you are welcome for that image......and yes, I am complaining)
I went to the gym today. For the first time in probably two months. I used to go every single day at the same time. But when I went this morning all the attractive women weren't there! I asked my buddy who had been going much more consistently than I have what happened. He said they kinda stopped going. About two months ago.
So naturally my reaction was: "So you are telling me I stopped going to the gym and then allllll the good looking girls just stopped going, eh?" I said this with a pretty big grin on my face.
Anywho, there used to people I knew, the regulars at that time.
Obsessive compulsive slob (the guy who does the exact same unwavering routine everyday...in the exact same clothes)
Overly intense Redhead (the hot girl whose legs are so muscular they look like they could break a high school lunch tray in half...and I'm not complaining)
Woo guy (the guy who yells to psych himself up)
Weird looking intense girl (the girl who rolls out of bed and works out in her pajamas)
Overly cosmetic gay guy (the guy who has no functional strength but looks really strong in the smallest tank top he can find at Baby Gap)
Self-conscious cute girl (the girl that does her make-up before coming into the gym to squat against the wall for a couple minutes and then leave)
Really really really really ridiculously good at the jump-rope girl (seriously, she does like hand-stands and stuff at breakneck speeds, I just sit and watch when she is there and I don't care if anyone thinks it is creepy, its spectacular how good she is....and I'm not complaining)
The Look-a-likes (a guy who looks eerily like Mike Krzyzewski and either works out with his sister or dates a girl that looks entirely too much like himself)
The inappropriate stretching girl (a girl who stretches in ridiculously provocative poses on a stability ball just a little too close to people and happens to be in their lines of sight....and I'm not complaining)
aaand Finally...
The You'll-think I'm making this up Guy (no kidding, this is a 6'1" 230-pound [no muscle] 54-year-old white guy probably livung in his mother's basement. He has a Jew-Fro, wire-rim glasses, 80's style short shorts aaaaand a belly shirt.....that comes off.....completely off, while running on the treadmill......with so much sweat flying off the fro that the three treadmills on either side become vacant...you are welcome for that image......and yes, I am complaining)
Monday, January 2, 2012
Pride
Pride is a funny thing. In my experience, It just seems to get in the way of human interaction more than anything else. People are too proud of who they are, what they think they are, what they think they should be to deign themselves to talk to someone "beneath them". It works in the other direction too, when people are too proud of who they are to talk to someone because they think the other person is "above them".
Pride screws with your head. It tells you that you are supposed to be something better than you are.
Guess what? You aren't.
No one is.
We are all pitiful, pathetic, beautiful, amazing, incredibly frustrating, stupid, brilliant human beings. Nothing more.
But you have that whisper in the back of your head. No, no. You are special, you are different from everyone else. You are smarter, faster, stronger, better than other people.
Guess what? You aren't.
No one is.
You are still living down here with everyone else.
Pride sticks in between you and other people. Your friends, your family, strangers, acquaintances. It's subtle and it makes people lie and obfuscate the truth and dance around things, even with people they know, people they are close to, and especially people they want to be close to.
It's that arch in your back, it's that little voice in the back of your head, it's that little turn up of your nose, that little hesitation when you want to say something, put yourself out on a limb and say what you really want to say or do...and then you don't. That's pride.
We're all the same. Why don't we act like it?
Pride.
Pride screws with your head. It tells you that you are supposed to be something better than you are.
Guess what? You aren't.
No one is.
We are all pitiful, pathetic, beautiful, amazing, incredibly frustrating, stupid, brilliant human beings. Nothing more.
But you have that whisper in the back of your head. No, no. You are special, you are different from everyone else. You are smarter, faster, stronger, better than other people.
Guess what? You aren't.
No one is.
You are still living down here with everyone else.
Pride sticks in between you and other people. Your friends, your family, strangers, acquaintances. It's subtle and it makes people lie and obfuscate the truth and dance around things, even with people they know, people they are close to, and especially people they want to be close to.
It's that arch in your back, it's that little voice in the back of your head, it's that little turn up of your nose, that little hesitation when you want to say something, put yourself out on a limb and say what you really want to say or do...and then you don't. That's pride.
We're all the same. Why don't we act like it?
Pride.
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