Just Doing It
I’ve been in a pit of despair for months, unable to create. Some of what is happening with me can be found at my Weighting blog.
I am ready to create again. I finally decided I need to use my writing and art therapy rather than hold it in and let it rot.
Without explination as to why, I am going to leave you with two things today, a definition and a video link (with lyrics). The two aren’t related, except that they both have meaning to me in the past few months. To see the video with her in it go to the link below.
Comfortable as I am
I need your reassurance
And comfortable as you are
You count the days
But if I wanted silence
I would whisper
And if I wanted loneliness
I’d choose to go
And if I liked rejection
I’d audition
And if I didn’t love you
You would know
And why can’t you just hold me
And how come it is so hard
And do you like to see me broken
And why do I still care
still care
You say you see the light now
At the end of this narrow hall
I wish it didn’t matter
I wish I didn’t give you all
But if I wanted silence
I would whisper
And if I wanted loneliness
I’d choose to go
And if I liked rejection
I’d audition
And if I didn’t love you
You would know
And why can’t you just hold me
And how come it is so hard
And do you like to see me broken
And why do I still care
Poor little misunderstood baby
No one likes a sad face
But I can’t remember life without him
I think I did have good days
I think I did have good days
And why(why) can’t you just hold me
And how come it is so hard
And do you like to see me broken
And why do I still care
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From Wikipedia – Crocodile Tears
Crocodile tears are a false or insincere display of emotion such as a hypocrite crying fake tears of grief. The expression comes from an ancient anecdote that crocodiles weep in order to lure their prey, or that they cry for the victims they are eating. This tale was first spread widely in English in the stories of the travels of Sir John Mandeville in the 14th century.[1]
| “ | In that country and by all Inde be great plenty of cockodrills, that is a manner of a long serpent, as I have said before. And in the night they dwell in the water, and on the day upon the land, in rocks and in caves. And they eat no meat in all the winter, but they lie as in a dream, as do the serpents. These serpents slay men, and they eat them weeping; and when they eat they move the over jaw, and not the nether jaw, and they have no tongue. | ” |
An alternate explanation for the expression’s origin is that crocodile tears cannot be authentic because crocodiles cannot cry; they lack tear ducts. Yet this is a myth: Crocodiles possess lacrimal glands which secrete a proteinaceous fluid, just like in humans, though tears will only be visible after a crocodile is out of the water for a prolonged period of time, and the eyes begin to dry out. However, while crocodiles can and do generate tears, they do not actually cry.[2]
One prominent use of the expression is by Shakespeare in Othello Act IV, Scene i
I have to say, that Maria Mena reminds me of my oldest daughter and myself (a much younger thinner myself) – her lips and pouty face, just the whole video reminds me of a very specfic time in my life.
An admirer from Belgium