Πέμπτη, 6 Μαρτίου 2014

Signifier and Signified, indeed*

I was looking for a sign today to make me feel more confident about a decision I know I have to make. You know how when you look for signs you never get one? Like, when you're looking to see someone and you know that as long as you think about it it's never gonna happen, or when you light a cigarette at the bus stop thinking that "since I thought that when I'd light it the bus would come, then it actually won't" and then the bus eventually does come? I'm pretty much refering to everything Murphy-like going on in this universe, you know, the usual deal. So, in this deal, you know that when you're looking for a sign to guide yourself in a decision you don't know how to make, this sign never shows up.

I got my sign today. And it wasn't some vague thing that I might have considered in my mind to be a sign, in an effort to assuage my consciousness or my confusion, it was exactly the kind of thing I was looking for, an extremely unlikely happenstance which, aside from its impossibility of happening, came from a source incredibly important to me.

How do you handle signs? You claim to not believe in them, yet you ask for them. Why ask for something you don't believe in? And when you get it, how do you say that you don't believe in them, since you asked for one and, hey, you got it? Until when do you get to postpone your decisions?

I don't want to make any. I feel like getting an air mattress and setting off, to float in the sea. Maybe I'll end up in Ukraine, what do you know. So long as it's at that safe little place. I hope to get some summer this year, too, you know. And that, how do you say that? What load does it carry? How come we say it now, when we don't say practically nothing else? How can I face my facts and make my decisions? How can I fit this in my decisions? How deluded am I?

I know what I should do, but I don't want to. I know what I could do, but I don't want that either. I know what the right thing to do is, but I can't do it. I can see things pretty clearly now, I get the picture, but I don't see me clearly. I don't get it. I got my sign, I got my thoughts, I got my conclusions, I got my doubts, my ways, my claims. I know what's right. I know what's changing, and I know what's not.

I know me. And then, all of a sudden, I don't.

PS: Don't go off and get married without telling me first. That much I should have said. Ah.

Παρασκευή, 29 Μαρτίου 2013

Στεγνώσαμε.

Γινόμαστε στυγνοί, γινόμαστε αδυσώπητοι, γινόμαστε ενήλικες.

Το peace of mind μας στα πιστεύω μας. Ο έρωτας δεύτερος και εκλογικευμένος. Eh, princes schminces.


Πέμπτη, 24 Ιανουαρίου 2013

See? He's her lobster.

I seem unable to get you out of my head. And that makes me confused. I think I miss you. A lot. Way more than I should. And that makes me sad.




PS: I would let you down. Yet once. 

Τρίτη, 18 Δεκεμβρίου 2012

Lost connection. Biased. Fake mutual understanding.

Sometimes looking back can be extremely unsettling. You take a peek at yourself, you see through past words, past actions, past reactions. And when your past self disappoints you, when you can say "if I could go back, I'd do things different", then the shock is quite big. Not because you did stupid things, everybody does stupid things. It's because you hurt people you love so freakishly much, you shouted at them, you were short with them, rude with them. And then you get a hole in your heart, and an irresistible urge to try and make things right, apologise, show how sorry you really are. But words won't do the trick, cause you can't phrase them right. And time won't help you, cause after a while there's no point in trying to make things right. Cause things ARE right. Indeed they are. But it's a different kind of right, things are right on a whole other level, and meddling with the past won't do any good to anyone, you know that. And you get angry, and you get sad, and you get confused. Disorientated and wanting to get the heck out of here again. While trying to get those thoughts and those people out of your head. No, words don't do the trick. I couldn't be more sorry. Still not enough. Randomness at it's very best. 




And you're sick of telling yourself to chill and see things clearly, and then you'll calm and see it was not that big a deal after all, overreacting and everything. Sick of telling yourself that you are growing up and can't afford doing stupid things, cause you're almost 24 and you should know better and do, in fact know better. But knowing better makes you very, very sad. Cause it suppresses all the things that make you happy, all your instincts, all your wants. And there's nothing really you could do about it. The barrier is never coming back down again. And you are the one to blame. 


Δευτέρα, 5 Νοεμβρίου 2012

Τρίτη, 11 Σεπτεμβρίου 2012

Gosh, my English is so sophisticated.

It's not that I'm not doing fine. I am. I am doing more than fine, to be fair, I'm doing great. It's just that everyone needs a moment to whine about something every now and then. Mostly "then", that's how it goes for me. It almost makes me feel guilty. Got no reasons to complain and all that stuff. I sincerely believe so, hence the guilt. Oh well, what would you know anyway? And that's me rambling.

And it's not like I'm disappointed in love and all that shit. I guess I've just learned to maintain an impressive amount of patience and a realistic attitude when it comes to that matter. I'm waiting, it's bound to happen at some point. As in, for real this time.

Yea, I know, you're waiting for the whining bit. It's not much, really. Just a silly thing. The romantic kind of stuff that I've pushed out of my system and way of life. Don't judge that, you're the one to know better for yourself and I am the one to know for mine. So hush. And that's me rambling again.

So here goes: I want once in my life - doesn't have to be more than once - that a man would dedicate a song of this sort (coming up at the end, geez) to me. As in out in the open, not closeted up on his own crying over me.  Meaning every little bit of it, feeling every word, connecting each lyric to me. I want him to come and say to me "I dedicate this song to you, because you've generated these feelings inside me, because - here comes the L word, Scott Pilgrim fans - I am in lesbians with you ( you snooze, you lose, watch the film).

That's all. Excessively narcissistic and selfish, if you ask my proper self. Plus, ridiculously - to the vomiting point - romantic, cheesy and corny. That is, as I've said, my proper self talking. Really against such things my proper self is, I tell you. But that other bitch keeps nagging from time to time. Quite annoying, that one, I'd say. Then again, what can you do?





Oh, and I know already that this post is exquisitely random and pointless, but then again, when one is doing fine, what sort of posts would you expect?

PS: Snide remarks from people that I know and know me are by no means welcome and will be ignored, most possibly left unanswered and, on the whole, probably deleted. Don't say I didn't warn you.

The rest of you, feel free.

Σάββατο, 19 Μαΐου 2012

she tries too hard...



...but she sure can sing.