Christmas Time

Well, as yet another Holiday approaches, I, along with the rest of the world, find myself caught up in pre-holiday hysteria. Gotta find a tree, gotta set it up, gotta decorate, presents... all that jazz. I dont know if it's just me, but it almost becomes... a chore. When did Christmas become a CHORE? When did we lose our childhood innocence? Families, torn apart by bickerings about which lights to put on the tree... color? or white? whould we get a real tree? or a fake one?
Does it really matter?
The point is, you're with your family.
For those of you fortunate to be with your family this Christmas, I hope you take time to appreciate them.
And for those of you who perhaps, for whatever reason, may not have that luxury, "Here's to you." *raises glass of eggnog*

But none the less, let not your Holidays be dampered by shallow issues. Remember the basics. Food, Friends, Family, and Fellowship.
that's what it's all about.

People can use the Holidays as an excuse to shove merchandise into your face, or religion down your throat, but at the end of the day, none of that matters. The memories you make, and the relationships you have... THOSE are what matter. So amidst all the chaos of pre-Christmas planning, take a minute, and look up at the stars... or say Merry Christmas instead of Happy Holidays, or hold the door for an old lady during the Christmas shopping rush. But whatever you do... mean it. Because people can tell. and so can Santa :)

Merry Christmas one and all,
Rachel

A little peek into the complex anomaly that is me.

There's something about it. I dont know what. But for something I've never experienced, (or at least, not entirely), it feels so... right. Like, a part of me was hidden in a box somewhere, in an attic.. or on a high shelf.. and I just now got a glimpse of it. I know it's mine. I know... or have a pretty good idea of what's inside. But I can't see it...cant LOOK at it... can't touch it... can't open it. Not without HIS permission. Whoever HE is.. he's the only one with the key. He knows what's in the box. MY box. He knows my needs, my desires... everything. Things that even I dont know about myself. Things that I dont want to know. Things that I want him to show me. Things I want him to TELL me. To DEMAND of me, because he knows I need it. Because he knows I need HIM. To be HIS. His property. His... posession. To care and care for as his own. His most prized posession. His pride and joy. I need to know that he's there because he WANTS to be. And for no other reason. Because he NEEDS to be. Because he needs ME. To know that I am HIS, and his alone. That no one else can touch me. To bear HIS markings, HIS brand. His signature. To know that i'm not going anywhere without his permission, and if he ever DID give me permission, that I wouldn't go. To know that I am HIS because I WANT to be his. Because I NEED to be his. To know that he owns me.
There's something about that bond...that special connection..when you're so in sync with each other... each other's needs, each other's thoughts..that you no longer NEED words. All you need are orders. Firm. Precise. Accurate. To know EXACTLY what the other person needs, even when they dont. To force them to do something you KNOW they'll thank you for later. To KNOW someone. To know them so well that you take over a part of their brain process. And enable them to do things they never would have been able to do on their own. In that one moment of satisfaction, in that shared sense of accomplishment, there's a bond... like no other.

Which one are YOU?

Saw an interesting video today. Very rant-inspiring. Figured I would spread the love. :)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=myfvbJzs77w

Well... what can I say? The video is pretty much reinforcing my point about the "Bad Boys". I chose Mista J in particular, because, sad as it may seem, I am amung the thousands of fangirls. But I digress. My point is, bad boys very often DO get all the girls.

But what happens when they DONT?
What about those who dont really find cracked makeup and maniacal laughter appealing? Perhaps you're more of a "Batman" kinda gal. You want a hero. The strong, silent type. Dark... Mysterious. Someone to save you from the horrors of every-day life,give you a thrill, and slip quietly back into the darkness.
Or maybe a guy like "Harvey Dent" is more up your alley. Succesfull, Strong-willed, Goal-oriented. Someone you can settle down with, maybe raise a family together. Your very own White Knight.

The questions I pose to you are these.
~ Which one are you?

~ What are you gonna do about it?

~ What are you really willing to risk to get it?

~ And what are you gonna do with it if and when you DO get it?

Summer Writers Block

What is it about summer that makes us all go brain dead? We forget everything we learned, and turn into sun deprived zombies. It's an epidemic that's sweeping the nation! Alas, I too have been stricken by the horrifying phenomenon known as "Summer". These last few days.. WEEKS for that matter, I have been utterly useless as far as writing goes. I few lyrics here and there, but nothing truly noteworthy. So, i've decided to leave it up to you. The readers. What do YOU want to hear me ramble about? If you have an idea for my next rant, leave it in the comments. that way...everybody wins!

Mr. Not-so-Perfect

Why are we so often drawn to the "bad boys"? The ones we KNOW are just gonna chew us up, and spit us out? And why do we ALWAYS come crawling back for more?
What is it about the "Bad Boy/Biker/Hardcore" image that just...compels us to become their victims? Truth is... sometimes we need that. As Vertical Horizon said in one of their songs, "You've been waiting for someone to put you together, You've been waiting for someone to push you away..." (of course, the rest of the song is completely irrelevent to my point, but i'll get to that later)

So... why do we fall for them in the first place? What is it about them that makes them so irresistable?

Is it the confidence?

The danger?
The nonchalant attitude?

In my opinion, its all three. Hollywood has portrayed bad boya as objects of desire for decades... cool, confident, and sexy. They know what they want, and they know how to get it. "Danny" from Grease, "Dr. Doom" from the Fantasic Four, and even the Joker from TDK, (R.I.P. Heath) are all perfect examples of the classic hollywood bad boy.

Because let's face the facts... nice guys are boring. Bad boys are exciting. Fast cars, explosions, running, screaming, chasing...never a dull moment with these guys. But even in day to day life, without the glitz and glamour of a sexy supervillian such as Mr. J, we still crave the adrenaline rush... the thrill of the moment...
And THAT is what we fall for. Every time.
Leaving the REAL Mr. Perfect standing at our doorstep, flowers in hand...just waiting for us to come crying back with a broken heart, so he can pick up the shattered peices, tape them together, and hand them back... so we can do it all again.

In the Beginning...

We've all done it. We've taken a perfectly good relationship and miro-analyzed it into the ground. But why? In today's busy world, full of instant gratification and low-fat mocha lattes, nobody wants to spend their precious time and effort to make it work. THAT'S why. We seem to think that Prince Charming will come along, on his white horse, and shining armor, and whisk us away on the adventure of our life, and all our worries will just melt away. HA! yeah, no.
Truth is.... we are imperfect people. We're damaged, broken, wounded, and scarred. We've been hurt. We've been cheated and lied to. And after all of that, its hard to let someone in. To surrender completely to another imperfect person. to trust them with your very being. So, we hide inside our shells of self-confidence...hoping to not only convince others.. but ourselves as well. We build up walls to keep others out, and to keep ourselves in. Because if we never open up, then it is impossible to get hurt right? Wrong. We twitter our way through life, leaving sad song lyrics as our status messages, as a subliminal cry for help, hoping that maybe... just maybe he'll see it, and come riding to the rescue.
but what happens if "Prince Charming" is offline?