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Thursday 1 August 2013

Don't run away from love

Wild at Heart is playing on Film 4 tomorrow night. 11:05pm. Yup. That's my plan. Cattenberg's going on a date, and I will be doing one of my favourite things and watching Nicholas Cage films. Alone, in my pyjamas, drinking tea. Maybe knitting. I rule.

Love is something that always terrified me in my youth, but you push an entire person out of your vagina and suddenly you tend not to sweat the small stuff. Like the possibility of getting hurt. What if it ends. Your own apparent lack of worth. Yadda yadda yadda. If it ends, it ends. You won't know unless you try. If you feel worthless generally, stay single until you find what makes you value yourself again. If you are okay about yourself until someone makes you feel worthless, get rid of them, regardless how convinced you are that you love them/how good you think the sex is/they might be your last chance at what the fuck so ever/etc. People who make you miserable aren't good for you. At all. Ever. Live. If being with someone excites you, makes you feel excited, happy, calm, peaceful, randy as a sex starved goat, what ever floats it for you, grab it with both hands. You may fall in love, you may just have a few weeks of lust filled shenanigans. But live. And share yourself. You feel bigger, better, more for doing so. You are bigger, better, more for doing so. The more you give of yourself freely, the better you become.

Unless of course the other person says it is/was/would be a mistake. Or doesn't fancy you. Or both. And then don't sweat it. It's their loss. And there's always tea, pyjamas and Nick Cage...


3 comments:

Woodcat said...

A clarification: by giving of yourself freely I do not mean people pleasing, trying to be what you think people want, adjusting any part of yourself in an attempt to please another. They like you, or they don't. Be true to yourself, just, share it. It seems to work that it makes you happier that way. Then again, if that doesn't work for you, ignore all of this and get back to doing your own sweet thing your own sweet way. x

Giulietta said...

Woodcat is wise. To her readers...Woodcat has said such things to Driver and Driver thinks she is wonderful.

Woodcat said...

Love you Giuls. You are my Sophie. Or my Frances. I'm not sure which of us is who. But yeah. You're wonderful. And you are so brave, and so beautiful (also about the face, not just about the soul). xxx