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Blog Name:	Oh, You Silly Girl
Url:	http://ohsillygirl.com
Language:	English
Topics:	misunderstanding, sex, lies
Description:	Oh, So You Thought Silly Girl Silly girls are everywhere. They walk the streets in droves just looking, looking, looking for that perfect man. Oh, Silly Girl, there is no perfect man, don’t you know this by now. Perfect Man is for Perfect Woman, and you aren’t a Perfect Woman. You are pretty. You are classy, but you are far from perfect. Perfect Woman doesn’t check her phone too many times a day to see if he called from Arlington. Perfect Woman gets the man to fly back to her unannounced from the state of Virginia. There is nothing wrong with not being Perfect, let’s just get this straight, though, from the beginning who in this life gets what. For example do I feel sorry for myself when I sit at home on a Saturday night wiping my eyes and nose until they are as raw as sushi. No, I do not. I revel in the fact that as a mature woman I can cry and cry and cry until my own parents get annoyed. “What. Why shouldn’t you feel sorry for me, he didn’t call for God’s sakes.” They give me that dismissive shrug of “Oh God, why did she have to fall for a European Latino. The worst kinds they are.” I burrow my head into my pillow and begin to scream. SCREAM. Then I grab the Kleenex, or my sleeve, whatever is closer and wipe my eyes and nose in one fell swoop. I am at a low. But why? He is merely a man, not my world. I have a world full of color, and beauty, and interests, yet I allow this man’s lack of a phone call to hurl me into deep sadness. I think on this and I mean I really do think on this. I am not really sad, I haven’t known him that long. I have never slept with him. But, oh, shit, the pictures. The pictures I set him. The sexting pictures. Crap. I bet he is….well, I don’t even want to bet what he is doing with them. Anyway, back to the inner journey. I sit there with dried tears and snot on my face wondering why the forlorn woman inside of me. I feel abandoned. I remember the promise of a trip to Norway. Does it still exist. Then I start crying again. Then it all becomes clear, I just want him to love me. I want to be the most important person in another’s life, is that so much to ask. But, then, if this is my motive, it is not fair because he wouldn’t be the most important in my life. I like him very much. He is more like a promise of the future, trips mainly since he has the money and the means. But is he my soul brother. Does he promise quivers up my spine when he gets ready to touch me. No. Does he make me dream dreams of passion. No He is safety. He is my safety and that is why I mourn. I believe I have lost my safety. In months past I had more important things to worry about, like Quantum Physics. This is a theory than is bigger than falling in love or even just having sex. I immersed myself in its underpinnings as I could not just see but feel the relevance of QP. We are nothing more than images of images of images. We are worlds within worlds within worlds. We do everything in tandem with other worldliness and we have no control over it. It is incredibly exciting and exhilarating and makes one feel alive. It tells me that beauty overflows in such a distinct fashion, a fashion that has nothing to do with making love or physical attraction. It is big and beautiful and beyond human understanding that it can it be nothing but perfect. Which brings me back to that word, Perfect. Perfect is when a mind can accept a certain lonliness instead of the promise of companionship. I like being alone. I really do. I like the way my mind wanders to the outer edges of the galaxy and how I find comfort there. I like that we are all in this thing together regardless of how hot or not hot we are. The human race is beauty incarnate, and not just in a peripheral way. The human race, as we stare it down and look at it for what it is for what it does how it behaves, is graceful. We are graceful beautiful beings just trying to get by, but oh lord, we can do so much more than just get by. We can open our thoughts to what is the unthinkable. We can study things that initially scare the crap out of us but then make us believers in the Universe. I am okay. I am safe. He is doing what he needs to do out there in Arlington, but that is just one little tiny piece of life. I am done crying. Now I am about to go sit outside and look into the heavens and discover not the stars, but myself. I am going to discover myself.
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