A Secret Shared

I don't know about any of you, but I love post secret. I just checked in there (a little later than usual) to see the latest ones, and thought I'd share my favourites. I think I'll put up my favourite post secrets every week, if I remember, 'cos they're so cool. Some are funny, some are sad, some make you feel better 'cos you know exactly what they mean, some make you think and understand people just a little bit more. So, these are my favourites for this week:




A little praise goes a long way.



LOL, much?



I get that completely, because I'd be exactly the same.



And that's just plain compassion.

<3

Maybe it's just 'cos it's Summer...

I am suddenly finding myself becoming far more girly. Not according to most people's standards, not at all, but to my own I am definitely becoming a more feminine being. Lol. I find myself looking at dresses online, and liking more typically "girly" music. Maybe I'm just growing up, or maybe the things that are important to me are changing and those things that I once loved now seem so insignificant. Don't get me wrong, I'm still my good ol' cba man self, but there's a girl in there too, and I think she's showing her face more these days.

I'm loving this song, for example:
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As the title of this blog post would suggest, maybe it's just 'cos it's Summer. The beat is so light and fun, and the video looks so bright and carefree and makes me want to get off this dreary British Isle and appear somewhere warm and sunny with a beach and the sea. Give it a month, just under, and I'll be sunning myself on the beach, cocktail in hand, in the Dominican Republic. My oh my, I love Summer. And, yes, I might even be wearing a dress.

That's alright because I like the way it hurts.

Yes, I am officially basing my blog around a song that features Rihanna, the singer I have on many occasions said I have an 'irrational hatred' of. Lately, though, I have warmed to a couple of her songs. 'Rude Boy', for example, is pretty cool...if a little boring to my ears now, and 'Te Amo' has a cool Summery vibe about it, which I like. Of course, the song in question today is the Eminem one that she is featured on, 'Love The Way You Lie'.

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
Well that's alright because I like the way it hurts
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
Well that's alright because I love the way you lie
Love the way you lie
It makes sense, it really does. It seems to me that most people will feel at least a little like this at some point in their lives, some more than others. It's that feeling where you're pretty certain that some person in your life isn't really that fussed about you, that they're just taking advantage of your good nature or whatever, but you're somehow ok with that because a life with them hurting you seems to be better than a life without them at all.

Like the way it hurts.
Not necessarily the pain itself, rather the feeling that that person is still there, that they're in your life. For some reason, if you care about them that much, it doesn't matter whether the only way you really feel them in your life is through the pain they cause you, as long as you still feel their presence. It's that whole idea of wanting the pain purely so you feel something, making you feel real and safe, regardless of whether you actually are. When writing about it objectively, it seems so stupid, but when you're in the situation there is no objectivity, you stick with it because you don't want to think about the alternative, the life without them. Perhaps the thought is too scary, or perhaps you just love them too much.

Love the way you lie.
Of course you do. It means that, even for a second, you can believe that they are the person you want them to be, the friend they always say they are. Their actions often say otherwise, but occasionally they might do or say something completely amazing, that pulls you right back and makes you give them a second chance. In life, in friendships and romantic relationships and many other situations, we all want to believe the lies, we love them, because they give us that false hope. It's like the semi-famous saying, 'lies are easier to believe than the truth'. And they are. We tell white lies all the time, to stop ourselves from hurting someone else. Sometimes that's fine, but I'm a firm believer that honesty really is the best policy in the majority of circumstances. Especially if the person kinda knows the truth already, and your lies are just helping feed their fantasy, helping them to ignore the truth and lie to themselves. All this reminds me of the Paramore lyric: If you wanna play this like a game, well come on, come on let's play. Cuz I'd rather waste my time pretending, than have to forget you for one whole minute. I get it, I do, but it's always struck me as odd. Of course you don't want to forget the person, but there comes a time when enough really is enough.

I guess what I'm saying is that, so often in our lives, we're willing to believe lies and we're willing to get hurt, purely because it seems easier than just walking away. If we ever get a glimpse of a life away from that, though, we can see that, actually, it's not so bad. In fact, it's often even better. The truth does hurt, it hurts a whole lot, but it also sets you free. So, in the long run, I can't see how it's not the better option. After putting up with so much hurt, I guess it would be a relief to finally walk away, despite how difficult it might be at first.

So, I guess I should say GO RIHANNA! And, of course, Eminem, but saying he rules has never been as difficult as admitting my newfound love of some of Rihanna's work. Eminem's just amazing anyway. :)

Hero.

<3

For Matthew.

I don't even know what to say. Some of the worst news in a long time has just reached me, and I suddenly feel so lazy for having my lie in and hearing about it so much later. Just. Ohmygod.

I have so little faith in humanity right now. So little faith in the world. Yet so so so much faith in certain people. It fills me with happiness to know that there are some people who do give a damn. The thing is, in a world full of hate and pain and violence, is that seemingly small group of people enough? I guess it has to be.



^^
This man, Matthew Leone, is one person whom I have the utmost faith in. He is one person who will do anything to help you out. He is amazing. And guess what? He's paying for it. Where is the justice in that? One of my heroes, one of the nicest, truest people out there is currently lying in a hospital bed, a third of his skull removed, fighting for his life. And why? Because he cared. He saw a woman being abused, and tried to help.

I try so hard to make sense of this world, but it seems it just won't make sense. All I can do is try my best to live in it, and be the best person I can be. For Matthew, if for no-one else. The response to this event from fellow River People has been amazing. It has been so beautiful and strong, and reminds me of all the good out there. But it only helps a fraction with the pain and anger inside me right now. This sort of thng should not happen. It should not have happened to that poor woman, and it should not have happened to Matthew.

I do not know what else to say. I don't even know if what I have said makes any sense at all. But I needed to write. I needed to respond to this in my own way.

Please, Matthew, keep fighting. Stay strong. Get better soon.

All my love to Madina, their friends, their families and, as always, the ever-amazing River People. <3

You Make Me Wanna Die.

Everything looks better when the sun goes down.

I am completely obsessed with this song at the moment. The video isn't anything too special, just your standard music video really, but I don't think it needs to be. It's hard to believe that a voice like that comes from such a young girl. It's incredible, if just a little bizarre seeing Little J from Gossip Girl singing in a band. I say go Taylor, even though I am ever so slightly jealous of how awesome she is. :P


P.S; I really want these. Ever since seeing Bowling For Soup's video for 'Girl All The Bad Guys Want' I've wanted tartan trousers. No real reason except that they're awesome. One day, they will be mine.

Pandora, my ass.

Oh just get over yourself why don't you?

I tell you, I genuinelly don't understand how some people can be so deluded...their minds wandering so far from the truth I almost feel sorry for them. Almost. You know the type I mean, sitting there in their 'newly decorated bedrooms' (bet it's as disgusting as you are), their 'significant other' named just as that, because it's 'ironic and mysterious' or some such nonsense not to use their name. Everyone knows who the fuck he is, no need to be cryptic.* I'd prefer people to openly pretend they're someone they're not, as opposed to pretending that they're NOT someone they're not. That made no sense. Let me clarify. These people who talk in these hardly passable metaphors, trying to be all creative and unique. Open your eyes, fool, you're far from original. You're just like every other show-off girl, trying to be understated by, oh yeah, crying for attention and claiming you don't want it. Strutting around in your disgusting fur jackets and posing like you're some sort of queen. Come back down to Earth, whore, you're just like everyone else. In fact, I'd be willing to argue that you're worse.

Though I guess it's sods law that you'll always find someone to claim as your own. Maybe us 'mere mortals' are just jealous, yeah? Nahh. I've seen evidence of your so-called relationship. And I've seen the mess left behind. If you're going to act like this perfect couple, at least get better at pretending. Though maybe I'm not giving one half of your pathetic pair enough credit. Afterall, he lies like a pro, not even batting an eyelid. Here's to hoping that he's slightly more honest with you, though I highly doubt it. If he is, then more fool you for putting up with it once again. All in all, it seems the pair of you are perfectly well suited. So go bask in each other's splendidly awful oversized shirts and baggy leggings. Trust me, you're definitely, definitely well suited.


*And yes, I am a hypocrite. How's that for 'ironic', bitch?