My plan was to get my ass up out of bed and start my new exercise routine today. I had planned to start it with my Pilates dvd. Here I remain, on my bed, with my laptop, knowing full well what I should be doing and doing none of it. I can't even lie and say something hurts as an excuse because I feel fine.
What in the hell is my problem? I know the drill. I know what to do and how to do it. I just can't make myself move.
Well, I have another chance tonight, after work. I could go to the gym and spend some time on the elliptical machine. Will I? Who knows? I just know that I'm pissing me off, but not enough to get off this bed right this second.
I think I'm broken. Anyone have any super glue?
Monday, April 4, 2011
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Skin Deep?
I always try to be a realist, you know, to see things as they truly are rather than seeing what I want something to be or what I wish it was rather than what it really is. Problem is? This makes me feel like I'm becoming jaded and negative about the world around me, and it's kind of a shame.
I'm reading a book, Oscar Wilde's "The Picture of Dorian Gray". Upon meeting Mr. Gray, one of the characters admonishes Dorian to savor his youth and exquisite beauty while he can. Basically, he tells this chap to get by on his looks because no one will pay him any mind once he's old and has lost his looks. He tells him things tantamount to, "things are easier and people are kinder when you're young and beautiful." Another way to look at it is, "get it while the gettin' is good."
At first, I found this to be kind of shallow and offensive. The more I thought of it, however, the more I found the character's sentiments and, ultimately, Oscar Wilde's, to be, well, as much as I hate to say it, they're true. I don't think this makes any of us (the character, Oscar, or myself) particularly shallow either. It's just a matter of keeping it real and being honest about the world around us. I guess my issue was with an actual literary piece putting such a concept out there like that. Isn't it bad to be shallow and narcissistic? Isn't literature supposed to be idealistic? Isn't it supposed to teach us how we should be? What we should strive to obtain? What the hell, Oscar? What gives? Just know that, right now, I dig the hell out of you. Thank you for showing the world the ugly side of things. Because, yes, you are right. Things are easier when you're pretty.
We all have varying ideas of what beauty is, and those ideals are not what I'm speaking of. There are people out there who are, empirically, beautiful people, and their paths are a lot less challenging than that of us common folk. You know, those of us with noses just a hair too long, who are prematurely graying or balding, those of us with a few extra pounds... You know the drill. We have to work harder to get what we want, and is that really fair or right? No. It isn't. Still... that's the way it is. We have to cultivate our skills of persuasion and charm in order to make our way or to make people look beyond the surface of what our exterior conveys. We have to have the talent to make someone see, "sure, I'm a chubby girl, but I'm smart, funny, kind, and giving, so it's worth your while to know me."
Is that a shame, or do we have an advantage? Sometimes, I get tired of working harder than the "beautiful people". I'm glad to know that, even if everyone else rips this blog to shreds with their idealism, at least I know Oscar Wilde gets it.
I'm reading a book, Oscar Wilde's "The Picture of Dorian Gray". Upon meeting Mr. Gray, one of the characters admonishes Dorian to savor his youth and exquisite beauty while he can. Basically, he tells this chap to get by on his looks because no one will pay him any mind once he's old and has lost his looks. He tells him things tantamount to, "things are easier and people are kinder when you're young and beautiful." Another way to look at it is, "get it while the gettin' is good."
At first, I found this to be kind of shallow and offensive. The more I thought of it, however, the more I found the character's sentiments and, ultimately, Oscar Wilde's, to be, well, as much as I hate to say it, they're true. I don't think this makes any of us (the character, Oscar, or myself) particularly shallow either. It's just a matter of keeping it real and being honest about the world around us. I guess my issue was with an actual literary piece putting such a concept out there like that. Isn't it bad to be shallow and narcissistic? Isn't literature supposed to be idealistic? Isn't it supposed to teach us how we should be? What we should strive to obtain? What the hell, Oscar? What gives? Just know that, right now, I dig the hell out of you. Thank you for showing the world the ugly side of things. Because, yes, you are right. Things are easier when you're pretty.
We all have varying ideas of what beauty is, and those ideals are not what I'm speaking of. There are people out there who are, empirically, beautiful people, and their paths are a lot less challenging than that of us common folk. You know, those of us with noses just a hair too long, who are prematurely graying or balding, those of us with a few extra pounds... You know the drill. We have to work harder to get what we want, and is that really fair or right? No. It isn't. Still... that's the way it is. We have to cultivate our skills of persuasion and charm in order to make our way or to make people look beyond the surface of what our exterior conveys. We have to have the talent to make someone see, "sure, I'm a chubby girl, but I'm smart, funny, kind, and giving, so it's worth your while to know me."
Is that a shame, or do we have an advantage? Sometimes, I get tired of working harder than the "beautiful people". I'm glad to know that, even if everyone else rips this blog to shreds with their idealism, at least I know Oscar Wilde gets it.
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