Its unfortunate to know that this generation has deteriorated into filler words and parenthetical "you knows?" and "you know what I'm saying?"'s. Truly a catastrophic loss to the English language. Along with those deaths, we've also watched social networking totally take over the meaning of being 'social' and increased irrelevant and unusable networking. Am I completely denouncing the idea? No. I partake in it minimally. I've seen some people make some decent connections via facebook and what not. But when I see people leaving comments on band profile status', that have nothing to do with the status itself, and in fact, is actually just informing the person running the page about THEIR day and how relaxing it was and how they ate pancakes and jump roped and skipped to the library... I just wonder how exactly this conversation would look in a normal, good old SOCIAL environment. You remember, the one that included face to face encounters with eye contact and voices and no acronyms? For example:
Jerry walks up to Ron at a bar and says, "Today was quiet. I spent the hole day with my instruments before all the craziness begins tomorrow."
And Ron, having never met Jerry, immediately responds with a smile and says " I spent the hole day eating pancakes and skipping with books."
Does this seem natural? Or just fucking weird?
This is how I picture the majority of conversations that happen over these tweetbookspaces actually going down. They seem awkward and unrealistic and pretty desperate to be honest. The internet is a breeding ground for weird anti socialites to become butterflies... with comments and retweets... devolving from what nature programed us for. Anyway... this isn't the direction I wanted to go in.
I just got done advising my little brother on matters of the heart. Even though I'm scarred and destroyed in that area, I still have a few years of experience from my battles to hand down. I mentioned previously that I am not the guy to ask for advice; I have made more mistakes than George Bush and I am still learning from them all. But when it comes to young hearts dealing with issues I'm familiar with and involving people I care about, I will lend a helping word or two. I wont share his issue but its common. And by common, I mean its common for us romantics to get lost and blinded in the midst of love or what can be mistaken for love. Not to belittle the emotional quality of his relationship or nothing; I think every romantic who finds their dreamy, fantasy enriched partner believes they are in love for the moment. He probably has a great relationship and he's just experiencing a road block that's frustrating and aggravating.
He asked me if he was wrong for feeling angry about the situation, and I told him 'No. Of course you have have every right to feel the way you do. But you have to understand that, as entitled to your emotion as you are, likewise, so is she. And you have to respect that. No matter the circumstance, you have to find a middle ground in a relationship and sometimes it means sacrificing your greed and your wants and yourself to cater to the issue. But it doesn't mean to forget about yourself. You have to be true to yourself at the same time, which can be difficult. You need to find a way for you to relay all this emotion to her from a space that isn't angry, and isn't pushy or forceful but instead, compromising. And that might take a while to find that space. Simply put : you have a hurricane going on in your head and you just need to figure out a way for it not to destroy you both."
Being young and wearing your heart is risky. But I did it. I'm sure everyone did. I'm sure I still will someday. But my heart goes out to him in his time of confusion and freshman angst. I hope he understands the empathy he needs to embrace for him to reach a fulfilling point in his relationship. Listening and being honest are some of the key essentials I could give him as hammy down wisdom, from my own experience and from knowing where I slipped up in the past. But remember...
I am lost myself. Take my word with a grain of salt and then add a table spoon. It is diluted by my own horrifying judgment and regardless of my writing status, or my capability to be open with my emotions, or my age, or my 'experience'... I am still very disabled. I am deaf. I am childish. I am still regressing into the past day after day so if you ever listen to me like a Bible, I will insure you that you, my friend, are making a bad investment.
(HEEEEEEEY- acquired my first, non stalking follower though. Shout out to you, number 1 and only so far. Thank you for finding some sort of quality in all of this!)
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