I love trendy couples.

So trendy together, it hurts. It hurts to the core.
You just look at them and ask, "How can two people have so much style? Do they do it for themselves? Each other? Is that what brought them together? Is that what will set them apart?"

Oh, trendy couples. Watch out. Fashion evolves.
As do relationships.

Hej hej,

Any

On the issue of issues.

Who do we want to take care of?
Who ought to take care of issues?

Well, we generally point the finger at the government officials. After all, we (the ones actually eligible to vote) are the ones who appointed them, and they should take care of our troubles that surround our everyday lives and communities, right? I mean, we are getting taxed so far up the ass, and they get paid with that money, they might as well resolve our problems, yes?

No.
Absolutely not.
Do you understand how selfish that sounds? Incredibly! The government is made, it's purpose is a skeletal structure to help maintain order in a society. But, as the years of America (actually, the worlds) development, this above mentality has set in. The government is responsible to help our troubles with dying industries, failing banks, warfare... and the responsibilities go on and on. But, at what level has the government recently taken steps to help the poor? The government has taken very generous steps towards helping prevent even more people to reach into the poverty level, but they weren't there giving a helping hand during even our strongest hour. Is the government the most effective source of dealing with poverty? It makes sense on the surface- they control the cash-flow, they make the rules. But they lack one thing- a primary connection with these people. Most government officials don't make the time to meet with these people in need. They simply chose to have the power to pass or decline propositions or laws that benefit or weaken those in poverty. And we, those not wedged into this class, simply chose to leave this responsibility to the government only because it allows us to sit back and not have to deal with the reality the existence of impoverished people.

Come on, America. I really feel that this whole economic slump just may reset all of our lifestyles... for the better.

Hej hej,

Any

Now, I know I'm not alone in here.

Is karma getting to me? Is all of that negative smack I have been saying coming around to me? Cracked heel, springing pain in my left leg, my phone does not allow me to make calls because it does not recognize that the chip is in... I can't seem to concentrate on any one thing anymore, because there is so much to do that I don't know what to do first. And I feel like I am lettering others down. It's depressing, really.

Hej hej,

Any

Vae Victis

Originally uploaded by Any Syler

Woe to the defeated.

I am in a funk. A major, deep funk, and last night, it finally hit me. I allowed myself to cry some of it out, as I did not want those tears to poison me any longer. I talked about it with good friends, as I did not want those thoughts to hammer my skull open. I went to sleep, as I did not want those feelings to take over my senses.

And now, today, it is a new day. I have been given another chance to live another day, which I can create or destroy.

I know this is going to be really ridiculous, but I took a little Facebook quiz before I drifted off to sleep last night. It was titled, "What punctuation mark are you?"

The result:

...

You are an ellipsis. Often misunderstood, you mean well. You are always trying to take care of others, often to the neglect of yourself. You are beautiful, and mysterious, and somewhat aloof, afraid to commit.

I never thought of an ellipsis that way before. It may be because I use it so frequently in my posts. I usually find them better to use when I need to pause and stop to think of something to continue. A dash is too harsh. But, and ellipsis... it's soft and velvety, a much smoother transition into words, whereas a dash, I find that pause too abrupt, and used when you are trying to prove a point almost too fast.

I think I need to write more. I realized that I get in more super crazy ruts if I don't write for a while. When was the last time I truly 'blogged' about what was on my mind? (I am sure you don't give a darn about what I have to say at this moment)

Do you crack your knuckles?
I can't bring myself to do it that often. My ankles and knees seems to snap, crackle and pop on their own. As for my fingers, I can never bring myself to doing it. It just sounds disgusting, looks disturbing... and then there is the myth my mom told me: "Stop, or your fingers will end up looking like a man's when you grow up."

Ha. It worked, mom. I would say my hands are pretty small for a mighty tall girl. I don't have piano fingers... ah, but as I observe those two hands in front of my eyes, I am seeing the beauty if imperfection. The fingers on my right hand are straighter then my left hand. I would associate the slight outward curve of the top digit of my middle finger in my left hand due to the years of pressure added onto it from my pencil. Ah, and the thin layer of graphite that would rub off the paper and onto the side of my left palm and pinky finger... it was especially hard to not have my left hand dripping with India Ink at the end of art class.



Enough of hands.

I need to get some things covered today. And I fear that it will be a long one.



Hej hej,

Any

Quick question-

Does the human mind really thrive on moments, thoughts, and events of tragedy?

Think about most news reports.
The biggest historical events that first come to mind.

I shall snuggle up with this thought a little more later. As for now... I need to think about it for a while.

Philosophy is Dead?

I have been shaken. This opinion editorial that I found in the New York Times today was oh-so-interesting to read. It makes me wonder... why do we really awe over things? Why do we cry over things? How do we just know that something doesn't feel right? The human emotion that, they argue controls our morality, is truly a funny thing.

So, does this mean all of those philosophers wrote bullshit?
Well, it depends on what you want to believe.
But then, think again... when you read book that dramatically shifts your way of life and thinking, there is that emotion that was triggered inside of you. That fluttery feeling- the feeling of crying, anxiety and excitement of it all just overpowers all of your sense. Why? Because you just simply do.

Now, from a writer's perspective, there was something in that combination of words that took over your soul. Words have meaning, and so much power. When did this start to happen?

Ah, and it can go on and on, how this feeling, the genesis of emotion. It controls everything that we want to do. Every action we make.

Surprising how much emotion's can influence us... we recognize them only in the extremes.

Ah, but it lingers over us, always.

Hej hej,

Any