A dating manual for spirited young pursuers

Kim Piaget has become sort of my roommate in this blogging business. She prefers not to be involved in the process of posting or anything of that sort, but enjoys very much the writing process, and I believe has felt welcomed in this my little space. She wrote the next manual deriving from our long conversations on dating and the complex process that it requires you to endure, specially due to the social norms that in conveys. Hope you like it.


A dating manual for spirited young pursuers


The following manual is based on nothing but personal experience and a few recollections of cheesy lines. It does not intend to be entirely true, not even remotely instructional for the untrained eye. However, it may prove accurate for people as cynical as its author, who before writing it, understood that there was no possible way any of it would make sense.

1.- Impossible is nothing

People may want to set their luscious pupil on the untouchable person, the one who will always find one undesirable and even repulsive (In the better of cases, only unworthy of their time). Whenever one does this, make sure you fully engage in the process of slow death, while remaining slightly hopeful that a brushing of skin or the meeting of eyes may bring the minuscule sensation of relief to the unbearable agony of being in love.

2.- The somehow complicated love

Truth is that when two people love each other, time and space may meddle and pry to rearrange the possibilities of these two folks being together. To avoid dimensional crises and loss of memory, make sure:
a) You keep yourself either accompanied or in a relationship with a third party
b) You consider the possibility of “greener grass”
c) You play along the rules of a sick three people tango
d) You let go of the opportunity of your life while dumping the not-so-bad-could’ve-stayed-with-her alternative.
And keep always in mind the bad-timing.

3.- Unfathomable, plain love

It is sometimes easier to get involved in a relationship in which nothingness works as the foundation of feeling. Plain mechanical attraction and the lack of a better thing to do could bring to people together to work as one. In such cases, it is very recommendable to do as follows:
a) Consider the compliance of every social rule in existence regarding dating
b) Avoid remembering who you’re with by calling them “sweetie”, “love”, “honey”. This helps to spread numbness and fake affection.
c) Never wonder why you’re with whoever you’re with. It will make explanations too complicated. Deep is a no-go.

4.- Hold-fast

As sailors in a storm, the recalling of the saying Hold-fast is as valid as a knuckle punch to the mouth when it comes to tempestive relationships. Never doubt that you’re better off in bad company than alone when you lack the common sense to leave a relationship before it gets stormy. Tears are nothing compared to dry eyes right? At least they involve a bit of feeling and emotion.

5.- The “inexistent” love

Some people (clearly delusional), come to think that there is a chance of maintaining a non-agonic, pain-free relationship. The case though I only mention as a completion to the cosmology of love and as its mythical counterpart. It is so rare that there’s no actual indication as to how to proceed if the case is ever met.
It is also believed that this ontological precept of love is the one that encourages the previous four.

On how our paths will differ

How could I give you anything less than my all? How could I expect to receive what I'm not giving? Maybe it is the mundane thing to do, receive without giving, but there's a part of me that hates that one sided relationship more than it loves your attention. It is not in me to be by your side soaking in all that you give me, when I know deep inside me that i cannot do the same for you. Not now, not today. It is fine by me you may say, but i know you don't mean it. I rather split our roads now than take you down with me later on. Down to regrets and hurtfulness I hope you understand me, I hope I understand you. You told me Im nothing like the other people you've met, well this is me being that person. Im trying to do the right thing, trying not to hurt you in the process. Im sorry I cannot be like anyone else who would rather keep going and wreck it all in his path, Im sorry I have to be like this. I just hope you can look back and understand that I did care for you that day, that I stopped my words to avoid the hurt, that i looked away so I could save what little i had from you in my heart. And maybe, our paths will cross again and we'll understand that we did the right thing, that we had fun, that we tried to give it all, even though one of us failed.

The road to follow

What is to become of the man who stares down at the choice he must make or the path he must follow knowing that it will be the cause of a great pain. Is it worth more to hold our dearest comfort than to stand up for what we know to be true? to conform or to revolt? For such is mending a mistake, admitting you were wrong, following a path to righteousness, stepping out of the norm, refusing to give in to social standards or the expectations people have of us. But there is a beauty in our break down, a beauty in admitting our mistakes. I feel like a boy who admitted his wrong doing expecting punishment but instead he found a hand to lead him and teach him how to mend it. I've never felt so certain that my actions are being true to my beliefs, that my doing finally express my desired way of life. Conform less. Act a bit more awkward, see who cares. Now, its just me and my own long road, way back home.

Writing Experiment 3: Lost Boys

Lost Boys

Under the moon’s ebullient glow, come. Bring the souvenirs of hazard and the relics of the undertaking. Gather round and start to scream and howl. A bonfire of dancing stories and sung tales.

-Tell us, what was it like to overcome the beast? How long did your journey last?
How many undeserved wanderers did you deceive? And how was it that you got away from that trap?

-The rock was as sleek as a slide and the danger behind it laughable – a thick-brained two-sworded pillager- . It took me three seconds to decide –swoosh- and I plunged into a toboggan of darkness. The waters that received me were rowdy, the waves were fighting off the right to drown me, and in their baffle they failed to notice me dive and swim away, hand in hand with narwhal beasts and trident-carrying mermen.

Cheers and claps, barks and bellows, roars and hoots, yelps and yowls. All cries of victory. The accounts and memoirs of boys that have robbed time of its seasons, to celebrate under Night’s cover the sparkling joy of never-ending dreaming. Too bad it takes only one morning to clear out twilight and fog, and the sudden consciousness of a name to remember all that was lost as June wilted away.

-Kim

The Lost Boys and a lost boy

Down into the unknown the lost boys went once again
With nothing to lose and everything ahead
What mischief will they find? What treasure will they see?

The leader of the pack watched them from afar
Who are this kids that forever have laughed at age and its demise?
Who is this boy who dresses in green and fairy dust collects?
Where are these lost boys wandering again?

Pirates and mermaids both recognize his gracious flight
Jumping from cloud to cloud, dancing with the Indians at night
But at the end of the day the boy feels lost again
What could he be missing in his glorious life in his young young heart?

Once on a trip when he visited that place from where he came
He saw a girl telling stories to his sibling of pirates and young lost boys
What if a mother he could find for his loved companions and his own advice?
A mother or a wife, a thimble or a kiss, it appears at last the young boy grown has.

-Sam

Breathe

You forgot to breathe again didn't you?. It's so much fun to watch you stumble through words just to find you once again back at the same starting point. You ramble when you try to say something serious. I like that. It's as if your mouth is not big enough for your heart, not unlike others whose heart is not big enough for their mouths. I feel your heart pumping whenever I'm near, how do you hold it inside? We'll take it slow ok? Just remember to breath ok? Breathe.






She fixes her lipsstick,
They always look perfect.
Never a smudge line,
never too much.

I try on my blue shirt,
she told me she liked it...once.
She wonders what I'll wear.
She knows just what she'll wear.
She always wears blue.

So sneakers or flip-flops?
I'm starting to panic, wait wait
Remember she asked you,
remember to breathe.
And everything will be okay.