Presumption: an exhaustive tirade
Women are desperate.
Such is the rigid category that I've so frequently found myself boxed into. I present to you a facade - that of a character whose perception of an internal fantasy defines the personality that peers out of these cloudy blue eyes. Yet, despite this premise of maturity, independence, and personal validation I am habitually constrained by a self-defeating compulsion: the indisputable yearning for stable companionship . . .
. . . stable being the key word.
Ah, but this brings me to a quandary. I perceive relationships (an assessment based upon ancient baggage) as a continuous state of dissatisfaction. Therefore I've taken a somewhat anorexic approach to dating. I only take in what I have to in order to get by. Why is this? Because in this humiliating act of courtship, I feel as though I turn into the ugliest version of myself . . . the seemingly desperate girl, acting in ways that vies for attention yet all the while terrified of the vulnerability that goes in hand with intellectual intimacy, or (dare I say it) physical affection. But in truth, I now maintain a somewhat deluded certainty that the appropriate counterpart for someone as unconventional as myself simply does not exist. That's not to say that I've lost all hope. However, I have found that as often as I go forward with these unsightly interpersonal exchanges, testing a theory that I pray to be untrue, all I end up with is a pile of mounting evidence. That being said, in order to selfishly purge the lingering irritation of my most recently muddled encounter, I present to you a meditatively assembled collection of music. Why? Because it's just too darned good to be wasted on the despondency of the disingenuous, pedantic dilettante for which it was created.
Unfortunately I cannot provide samples of the music itself, but with the miracle of modern pirating software combined with a covetous high-speed internet connection, I'm sure you may do well to equip yourself with the subsequent melancholy assemblage:
1. La Valse D'Amelie (piano version) Yann Tiersen
2. I Will Follow You into the Dark Death Cab for Cutie
3. A Thousand Years Sting
4. Breakable Fisher
5. Yearling Jump, Little Children
6. There There Radiohead
7. Are you Sad Our Lady Peace
8. Pillar of Davidson Live
9. High and Dry Radiohead
10. Please Bleed Ben Harper
11. Night Ride to Caucasus Loreena McKinnett
12. Sur Le Fil Yann Tiersen
But regardless of anyone's opinion, I personally find that matching the music to the mood can help to dissipate the sweating.
Chock this one up to experience old girl -- never go out with a Communist, Atheist, Existentialist. Or at the very least, take your guys one '-ist' at a time.


1. Don't sweat the small stuff.
2. Everything is small stuff.
Well, that and "all's fair in love and war."
C'est la vie.
C'est l'amour.
C'est la guerre.