Ramblings.
"I learned here that there can be no true despair without hope."
-- Bane (The Dark Knight Rises)
As I was watching the movie yesterday, I couldn't have agreed more with the words. And as I was talking to my closest friend tonight, he said the same thing. Over and over again. He's one of the few guys who has seen me cry. And as guys inevitably do, he gets uncomfortable. And he tells me the same thing -- Moon, stop crying, I really don't know how to react when you start crying. Well, I was a little drunk. And full of certain things happening in my life. Namely a good professional life but a sucky personal life. Which is what I kept asking him all the time -- where are all the nice guys? How difficult is it to find a nice, honest, decent man? Why are most of them scum?
He kept telling me the same thing -- Have hope. All the men aren't the same. But hope is something I am running out of now. And patience. And even time. What sucks is knowing there could be someone out there who deserves you, who doesn't make you feel like shit or the fact that he blames you. That ray of eternal hope, that will make you feel optimistic, but will never reveal anything to make you actually celebrate. So by the time you are 32 or 35, you will end up alone, with no one in your life, having hoped and waited for someone who never came along.
Hope is a bitch. Hope is a fucker. Hope sucks. Hope is one of the most rotten things you can ever cling on to. Hope sucks out your innards and leaves you a hollow, empty shell. I hope I don't have to hope for it anymore. I really, really not.
Song of the Day: "She Changes The Weather" (Swim Deep)
-- Bane (The Dark Knight Rises)
As I was watching the movie yesterday, I couldn't have agreed more with the words. And as I was talking to my closest friend tonight, he said the same thing. Over and over again. He's one of the few guys who has seen me cry. And as guys inevitably do, he gets uncomfortable. And he tells me the same thing -- Moon, stop crying, I really don't know how to react when you start crying. Well, I was a little drunk. And full of certain things happening in my life. Namely a good professional life but a sucky personal life. Which is what I kept asking him all the time -- where are all the nice guys? How difficult is it to find a nice, honest, decent man? Why are most of them scum?
He kept telling me the same thing -- Have hope. All the men aren't the same. But hope is something I am running out of now. And patience. And even time. What sucks is knowing there could be someone out there who deserves you, who doesn't make you feel like shit or the fact that he blames you. That ray of eternal hope, that will make you feel optimistic, but will never reveal anything to make you actually celebrate. So by the time you are 32 or 35, you will end up alone, with no one in your life, having hoped and waited for someone who never came along.
Hope is a bitch. Hope is a fucker. Hope sucks. Hope is one of the most rotten things you can ever cling on to. Hope sucks out your innards and leaves you a hollow, empty shell. I hope I don't have to hope for it anymore. I really, really not.
Song of the Day: "She Changes The Weather" (Swim Deep)
There are nice men out there. Just have some faith.
ReplyDeleteand leave the baggage behind, easiest way to move on.
:)