Define the Fine Lines Between Love and Art.

It's in the whispered words
That come out from the start
That define the fine lines
Between love and art

Fine lines? More like a blurry haze. In a day and age in which every movie we see, every book we read, every song that penetrates our ears whether welcome or not, is a love reference. Quotes to make the ladies swoon or under-processed love thoughts that will be over-processed by a young man implant themselves in our brain.

Who is to say what love is? Who is to say they are currently experiencing it? For is it not the aftermath of said experience that forces you to realise the reality of what it was. "You don't know what you've got 'til it's gone" being the most apt phrase for what my ramblings are about.

As a nation we have become so obsessed with seeking love, searching for it, forcing it upon ourselves that I don't believe it is really what we think it is at the time. You can grab the hand of your chosen partner and intertwine fingers, stare deep into the eyes of another and notice your heart skipping a beat and you may rightfully call that love.
But in our generation I think w have lost the true meaning. Those who are unfortunate enough to lose their lover, and feel the deepest penetration of sorrow in a tender broken heart and go on to feel this devestation and yearn any aspect of their lost partner for the remainder of their own lives. Those who have a deeper loss than the life of another. Those who are completely lost. Those who cannot bring themselves to love another. Maybe it is those who may call it love. Who is to know who can truly call their feelings real love? A lucky few can do so.

What we call love these days, some of us, is more like an art, the art of infatuation. The art of enthralling another. The art of enrapturing a fellow being into a partnership. The art of possession at times. Love is not an art. Yet it has always been perceived as so.

Classic couples were created to eptimise love. Created being quite the artistic word. The operative word in that sentence, dare I say. Romeo & Juliet. Mr.Darcy & Elizabeth Bennett. Adam & Eve. Scarlett O'Hara & Rhett Butler. Tristan & Iseult. May i be so bold as to add Edward Cullen & Bella Swan to the afore list?

Casanova awaits each of us to capture our hearts, but is it only our infatuation he will receive? Do we know how to be truly in love? Or will our lives simply correspond to the ways of the art form we deem as true love?

Today's title comes from the song "Love is Art/Sleep Through Fire" by Said The Whale.

Listen to it here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tlPpllrfDDY

Don't you think it's funny how we're different, yet we're all the same?

Why do we struggle to be so unique when in the process we become just like everybody else. We're all too eager to be something else. Unhappy with ourselves. And why? Uncomfortable in our own skins? Scared to be who we are? Scared it's not enough for everyone else?

So eager to impress. Needing to be loved. Needing to be fussed over. Needing to be the centre of 15 minutes of local fame? Being what everyone else wants or accepts will not get you anywhere. Ideas are imposed on us everyday of the perfect way to be. What's weird, what's not acceptable, what way we have to be. The poor want more money, the bourgeois want more money, and the rich are wondering why life isn't perfect.

And the horrible part is...
No one is really brave enough to just be them. Everyone has a facade whether you think it or not. We're all the same in the end. All wanting, all changing, all lost.

Someone tell me the point of it all.


Today's blog title comes from the song "Everybody" by VV Brown. Go look her up, she's worth the listen.

Drunken Friendship

You know that time of the night, when the drinks are kicking in,you sit down still clutching your handbag and a random being sits down on the chair beside you. You've both had so many watered down 0.4% alcohol pitchers of cocktails that the chair is the only thing keeping you upright. The dance floor is still busy with some wannabe two-steppers but you know you've sat down 'cause you're making them look bad. ;)

A drunken twinkle in the eye later, and you find yourself chatting to a complete stranger. They buy you a properly stiff drink (if they're in anyway decent) and then you're really plastered. You may have nothing in common but suddenly you are the best of friends. Nothing can separate you but the bouncers...Which they will when the club's closing and you're clinging onto your new other half as they make futile attempts to cling to the bar in hopes of getting one last drink.

And somehow, (thank you society for this one) once you are outside in public, in fresh air, any bit of you which is slightly sober kicks in, taking over and ye go your separate ways.

And from that refreshingly cold first step outside that door into a crowd of now refuge-less drunks, everything is different. It is like you have never known each other. No more contact, no more drinks and hey you'll probably forget how much of a looker they were ;) (sarcasm) in the morning...


Until your friends decide to happily remind you on Monday morning...
And they will never let you live it down.

But hey that's the beauty of drunken friendship. No strings, right? ;)

Hollywood Infected Your Brain

"Hollywood infected your brain,

you wanted kissing in the rain."

Not just a bloody masterpiece of modern music by Marina Diamandis, but frighteningly true. We're inundated from birth with Hollywood's idealistic ideas. You hit 15, you meet a boy and suddenly you're blaming Disney for your high expectations of men. Kissing in the rain - Slightly overrated and well not enjoyable considering most girls spend this 20 second long kiss freaking out about how frizzy their hair will get. Prince Charming - Well if you can find him honey, send him my goddamn way.

People have flaws. Life is not idyllic. And this becomes all the more evident as we grow older. Cynicism sets in, the ups and downs look more like downs. We have a tendency to remember the worst of times rather than the good. We break up with someone and it is the drastic harsh breakup that lingers in our minds, not the beautiful memories created before it.

Hollywood's infected our brain, we're not going to kiss in the rain and once we realise this we're going to become pretty cynical... But only because we're still naive... ;)

You can listen to the song "Hollywood" by Marina and the Diamonds by clicking here :

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n1VTcJfL7RE