Morning Thoughts

Random Quote in my head:
"I feel your scented mother whispering her approval to me every day."
-Must Love Dogs

I know a lot of my romantic ideas come from many places but movies the most. It's just because you get the lyrics, the visual and the music. It's a sense overload. A lot of thoughts tend to come from movies about middle aged divorced women, usually layed by Diane Lane. It's quite odd. "He just stopped loving me. And I don't what I did, or what I didn't do. He just stopped." See, right there, we just had an honest moment. That's what Sarah Nolan(Diane Lane) said to Jake(John Cusack) after he shared his theory about being as honest as you can with a person on the first date because you have the least to lose. The movie is pretty incredible, and really good for you if you are going through divorce. There won't be a lot of Jake's(John Cusack) out there for you to find, but maybe a few Bobby's (Dermot Molroney). So when you get the chance and want a quiet romantic comedy...watch Must Love Dogs.

I suppose that's all for now. We'll see how the rest of the day plays out.

Explanation...

So I know the whole poem thing threw you all off. When did I become a poet? I didn't . My poetry sucks, sometimes I make it rhyme. It's always been a little juvenile. That I will attest to. But I just been going through these weird emotions. It's just that I hold a firm believe that everyone comes into your life for a reason. And it's sort of your job to figure out what it means. And when you find evidentiary support via books and whatnot you begin to question harder. Like, at first you thought it was something else, maybe a little sexual and even a little romantical.

But then it wasn't that at all. I mean is BLATANTLY not that after you spend more time with that person. I mean then you get mixed signals and you think, maybe it is that. But you know it really isn't and then you try to put that puzzle piece you had when you first liked them and it doesn't fit anymore. You just can't square it away, because the puzzle's the same, but the piece doesn't fit where it used to. So the question beckons where do you put the puzzle piece now. I guess you have to put it off to the side till you figure out where it actually goes. And don't tell the person this, because then you just sound crazy and in denial. Which might be true too, but you really don't know at this point because you can't figure it out. And then you do stupid things in the meantime to like try to figure it out and it only becomes more complicated. And that's only because you tried to simplify it You can't break emotions down to a science. They're irrational for a reason.

I think when something confuses you this much. You just have to bolt in the other direction. Just run, it'll make sense later, and even if it doesn't, it'll be one of those weird stories you tell people about the time you couldn't figure out what it is you wanted to know about someone. You have to just let some things be unpeggable (or just a plain mystery.)

And I've gotta stop listening to Amy Winehouse...she's making me crazy. Just crazy. I love her, but enough is enough. I am on a Winehouse sabbatical. But I hope she gets better and makes a new Album.

So hopefully I can say my goodbyes and make a clean break? And don't worry I have totally been sleeping. I sound like I'm off my rocker. This is why I know bolting is a great decision.

Sorry that Grey's Anatomy blog ain't coming for a while. Lol, sorry readers. This is what happens when you read free shit. Some of it's good, some of it's my emotional baggage. Which I don't normally have...The only baggage I like is Coach or Louis Vuitton.

XOXO
Dr. McValentine

When the World Changed....

I woke up and the world had changed.
There was no warning, no neon red lights.
It was just different.

I had aged 23 years.
My toys were collecting dust.
There was responsibility sitting on my dresser.

I didn't want to see it, so I worked around it.
I turned on the TV and watched a few cartoons
I dusted off those old toys and shined them like new.
I told myself I didn't have to move forward,
I just needed a little time

I needed time out from the shady night life.
I needed time out from mixed signals.
I needed time out from reality

I could have drank.
I could have smoked.
I could have snorted.
But none of that's me.
Well, except maybe the drinking part.

I just don't see how it all follows.
The rules are different now.
The pace and the problems.
I just want to hold your hand.

Just your hand...

When did you want so much?
All of sudden it's too much
We're through before we began...
and you're gone...
I wake up alone.

I put the toys away.
I shackle on my common sense.
So I've learned not to nap.
It's a temporary relief.

I bide my time cleaning and writing.
But your jacket's there haunting me.
Striped mockery.
I foolishly miss you.
But I'm thankful I didn't foolishly kiss you

My poetry sucks.
So you both have that in common.