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Your own personal jesus


Wednesday, March 28, 2007

i was so high i did not recognize

Today I thought about things. And then I wrote them down. =p



I really like the concept of married couples, or even just people that are very deeply involved with eachother. What I’m talking specifically about is the way someone can know so much about someone else, with a very real and passive diligence and compassion. What they like, what they don’t like, what they’ve gone through, what works for them, what doesn’t, etc.; to carefully pick up on all that, I think it’s really beautiful.

What’s better is that (I believe) what keeps deeply involved people that know and care to know so much about each other going (together) is the truth that you can never know all of a person. You can’t. and that’s more than okay, that’s…what keeps deeply involved people that know and care to know so much about eachother going (together). =p There’s really always something new to k now.

I’ve heard about divorce scenarios where the couple just got “bored” of eachother. I don’t believe this is a true possibility. What I think is that these people got bored with themselves. Hence, since “we don’t see things as they are; we see things as we are” (Anais Nin), and resulting from the fact that they found themselves boring, they just couldn’t find others to be exciting. All in all I see it as a slightly, (very), selfish process.


Jealousy. I’m not a jealous person. I think for a long time the only person I was minutely and somewhat even dishonestly jealous of was Britney Spears… and we all know how that ended up…
Although what I will admit is that I’m a protective person. Albeit, I am also a trusting person. I am trusting of the people I should be protective of and thus in truth I guess im not really a highly protective person. But I can be. I’m speaking in circles and wasting words now, my personal sin, so I’m going to go back to what I originally was talking about and that is jealousy.

Jealousy is a blip on a woman’s “Girrrrl, you are getting way too close to my man-radar.”
So I think its okay in that sense. Just don’t show it. I don’t think I do. Maybe I should. I’m still figuring that out. I don’t even know if I should be writing about this. I’ll get back to you.


If you write blogs,

This is how I know I love you (besides the notion that my brain lights up when I think of you).

Mar 26, 2007 9:46 PM
dear dominique--

my friend, i know i love you. (this sounds really cheesy but please hear me out).

but today i was able to KNOW that i do. (you know sometimes you just have those moments?)

what happened was i was reading your blogs, and then i came across a pretty long one. and then for a split second i thought, "wow this is long. should i really read it now?"

and then just a split second later i thought, "of course."

and i realize that i must love you to do that. because i might have not done that for someone i didnt.

so thats me and how i love you.
=p

-samiah





So that’s that.

Oh yeah I also have this other incomplete notion that im still trying to develop about what it’s called when after a while it doesn’t even matter or you don’t even notice what someone looks like to you and it all just comes down to whether you’re happy to see them or not. Maybe its friendship. I have no idea but I will get back to you on that too.


I think this is one of the few times that I write out so many of my half developed thoughts. Not sure if it’s a good thing but I’d like for you to let me know. Because in all honesty I write these facebook notes to share my input and gain yours. Or else I would just keep all these things I just said in my personal journal. Which of course there are those things that I just leave there. And then there are the things that I bring out. And hope that you comment on.


Thaaaaaaanks beauties.

Hope ur having a good break =)
In this note: Dominique Boubion (notes)