Expiration Dates

This blog post features How I Met Your Mother and Buffy: The Vampire Slayer. 

What do these old TV shows have to do with expiration dates and this weird, sporadic blogger? You may ask.

It’s a good question, believe me, but I (will hopefully) manage to tie up the strings into a nice little embroidered description of my life right now, and some of the thinking in it.

So, no.1: HIMYM.

Ted and Robin, in their tumultuous relationship, have to admit to each other that they, sadly, have an expiration date. They’ve had fun, it’s been a good time, but they see themselves going places that are geographically and maritally different.

The Front Porch Test is a great example of what I do. In HIMYM the characters like to envisage them all, and Ted’s prospective life partner, on the front porch of their future house in the golden years, and to imagine just how that lucky number 1 fits in to the scenario.

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I do something similar: I have a… a friend… and I like to see if he fits in with my family, imagining him meeting them for the first time. He doesn’t fit.

He doesn’t even fit in with me – except in the purely physical sense.

We have an expiration date.

Now, for No.2: Buffy: The Vampire Slayer

Okay, I don’t have much on this one, except for the fact that the show’s outdated. Fashion, while spectacular, is over; he comebacks are not even relevant; the effects aren’t so effective anymore.

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Not abusing the show, I love it. Excited to see what happens next in the love triangle. But someone in that neat geometric shape has an expiration date. Someone has to pull the plug and walk out of that casualty ward with a sorry glance and many fond memories, but also with firmness of character and boldness.

 

Projects

I am probably the exact same as everyone else – especially at this time of year.

You see, I work at Kmart. Luckily (for you), that’s not why we’re all alike. On New Year’s Day, 2017, I saw more people than usual buying work out clothes. Good on ’em. Keep it up. Good job, Bob.

At the start of the year we all get those urges to do, to experience, to be better, to be healthier, to incorporate mindfulness. I will leave the subject of mindfulness to another post, though. On that subject, I have so. Much. Advice. (In a non-aggressive way)

I had the urge and the opportunity to re-organise my room. To tell the truth, I didn’t have the opportunity: I made it. I started at 9 pm and kept going until I had room on bed to sleep. Then I needed to get rid of things and to find new boxes for jewellery. That got me onto Pinterest and I am now making a jewellery storage space from an old corkboard that was sitting on the floor and still holding 2015’s shopping lists.

Now I am (once again) an avid Pinterest user. I have re-organised my boards and have aims to give my account a facelift. I hope that this urge will pay off: that it will help keep me active both physically and mentally, help me to learn and prepare for the day when I have to renovate my own, futuristic house, and to keep me far from boredom and well within the realm of creativity and… fun.

Good luck to all with your resolutions and aims, motivation and journeys!new-years-eve-fireworks-sydney-harbour-national-park

Dream

This is not the recount of a dream I had one night, but the revelation of a dream I have had many times, during the day.

I dream that one day my… friend… will ask me on a date. He needs a date for some unknown reason, and he needs her to dress formally. I am the one he needs.

I dress well, and could knock him down with a feather as a result. I already know what dress I would wear: my black one, with a zip down the front, a full skit to the knees, and tailored to perfection so that it shows off my waist and invents a bust.

We have a wonderful evening, in this dream of mine. An evening of flirting, to make it look real in front of other guests of this mysterious host; excellent food, of course; and a… happy ending.

I want any readers of this to understand that I don’t want any romantic proposition from this friend. I want a romantic evening, that’s all.

I guess that I also want to be needed,instead of cast into shadows. I thought that I was ready to give him up, but now I know that what I need is to change our relationship.

For a start, in this dream of mine, the flirting leads, somehow or other, to serious communication. That is what I need. I want him to need me; and I need communication and romance… just a bit.

Confessions of someone looking for love

So I just finished watching Confessions of a Shopaholic. It’s so sweet*, so nice*, so cute*, how at the end she realises that she doesn’t need clothes to define her and, in the very same scene, the cute British guy with the cute British accent comes along to show her how she is worth so much.

What I get out of this is: 1) she doesn’t need things, or a person to show or realise her own value.

2) when she understands this, she gets the guy

3) the guy is her reward. It’s like he is is the ‘thing’ that shows her she is worth something, and she gets that ‘thing’ because she realises she is worth something on her own.

Okay, that’s quite contradictory.

Just to be clear here, the ‘thing’ is not really the guy (even though a cute British guy with a cute British guy is one great reward), it’s the fact that she has love.

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Her father says that he is not defined by the things that he buys, but by the love from and for his wife and daughter. Ergo, the main character, Rebecca, is defined by love. However, the love from her friends, her parents, etc. is not enough to give her a good or full definition.

The love that can give her a full definition (or, to make her a whole person) is the romantic love from cute British guy. I’m sorry but I’d like to dispute this. At a brighter hour, when I’m not so tired, or when I have the kindling spark of romance in my eyes again (I know it will be back one day), I’ll be able to see that. Meanwhile, I have had the idea of my own self-worth in my head and in my heart for years. It could be pride, stubbornness, or a genuine sense of self-worth, or my own humility that makes me feel as though I am my own person, or a mixture of all of them – but, no matter what it is, I know I can survive on my own. What is more, I can live on my own.

But to share a life would mean so much more to me.

*These words, this whole sentence really, or at least the clause, works on the premise that intones it it how Bernadette Peters sings”You’re so nice” in “Last Midnight” at about 1:35 (enjoy the song!)

Halcyon

The other day somebody asked what my favourite word is. I answered in slight surprise, “Halcyon”. I didn’t know tat that was my favourite word, out of myriad words in the English language (my goodness, I love the English language). The person I was talking to was more surprised – they didn’t know what the word meant, so I explained that it kind of had to do with golden days, hay days, that summery feeling.

In short, it was a very hazy explanation and it didn’t help much. So now I go to a few different sites to get a better definition.

Okay, urban dictionary isn’t so useful: “sleep pill, makes u pass out in about 30 seconds”. Let’s try something more academic.

The English Oxford Dictionary says that halcyon refers to

“Calm, quiet, peaceful, undisturbed” days

To me, though, it still has connotations of golden days – those days of summer. Picnics make a brief appearance in there somewhere, which means family and friends. It might not be a day that you particularly remember, but it is a definite concept that makes me smile.

Can I ask anyone who happens to ready this to give me an opinion, or a story? What is your favourite word? Does it conjure up strong images, or a smell, or a taste in your mouth that differs from the plain denotation of the word as per the dictionary? Does it possess a certain magic for you?

Say hello to your friends!

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As a uni student, I have been reading a lot of educative articles about global justice theories, global economic theories, global political theories, global political/economic theories. It’s thrilling.

But, espit my love all all the high-falutin’ language and a relish for vague concepts, I decided that I needed to dumb it down a little. So, I looked for a free online copy of any book from the Baby-Sitters Club series by Ann M Martin.

I don’t mean to degrade the books – but, they are books about 12 year old girls for 12 year old girls. While some childhood favourites like Anne of Green Gables will stay with me forever to be re-read again and again, the BSC just isn’t quite the same.

Nevertheless, the four or five chapters that the Internet gave me access to gave me a good lesson: community. Everything is (almost eerily) very neighbourhood-y. Despite the lack of nuclear families (there are several ‘broken families’ through divorce, and the sad occurrence of deceased parents), the girls are all so friendly with their neighbours. Although they all have their problems, they recognise the importance of friends and family. As the theme song says:

You can always count on me
And I can count on you
Good times, bad times in between
My friends will see me through
We’ll be sharing wonderful times every day
All together singing our song,
Growing in every way!

I still need a bit of simplicity though, so the next book on my list is one from the Luxe series. I never said I’ll stick to the best of the classics.

2016 according to the stars

I don’t really believe in horoscopes. So I tell myself: they tell me that I, as a Leo, am arrogant and self-centred.

Maybe I am a little. I have pride, I know that, and I’m territorial over things like family. Sometimes I see parallels between my horoscope and real life. I am a practising Christian, but I like to think that God does not control my destiny and that the stars guide me. Sure, they are not omnipotent concerning my “fate”, or anybody else’s – but, hey, if Jupiter is in my zone that must mean something… right?

I also have an under-the-covers fantasy for trying the…. positions best for Leos. But that is not for wordpress to know.

What I would like wordpress to know, and me to confirm, is that 2016 is apparently a year of dynamic movement and reaching ambitions. Apparently I can reach new heights and stretch myself and even see my name in lights. Apparently.

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I assume that I wrote this at the beginning of this year. Twenty sixteen. 2k16. Two thousand and sixteen. However you want to say t, it is still a trip around the Sun: and there’s no way to stop it, no there’s no way to stop it, if the Earth wants to roll around the Sun!

Now, away from the song lyrics and back to talking about horoscopes and whatnot. Apparently, whatever I was reading said that this was a year of ambitions. And I have a new one: I realised that whenever I tell people about my university course, I want to mention most that I minor in linguistics, even though I am acutely irritated by the fact that it’s only a minor. Therefore, I am trying to extend my course to do a major; then, I will either do honours in linguistics or move to another university to do a course to become a speech pathologist.

Ta-da! A decision of which I am proud and quite excited. I went to a speech therapist when I was young and I can not imagine how I would be different if I still pronounced “thirteen” as “fourteen” because of my speech impediments. But it’s not only to save people from their own embarrassment… or should I say vanity? People who have been injured or suffer illness need this type of help as well, and I feel as though this is an area in which I can make a difference.