You know you’ve been watching too much of The Office when you shout at the TV and at specific characters and try to talk to them as if they were really in the room with you at that very moment.
There is not a single person on that show I don’t like. Except for Jan. Jan ended up being a total beyotch in the end. I’m in the middle of Season 6, and I don’t know if I like the way Phylis is turning out. But I still like her. She’s got moxie. No one will ever be able to replace my Dwight.
Can we talk about Jim and Pam for a second? If you had to look up Love in the dictionary, I would put their photo next to it and tell you to watch every single episode of The Office, and only if you have had relationships of your own, then relate those experiences to Jim and Pam’s romance, then you will get what I am talking about. The whole thing…just *sigh* Too darn cute.
I feel like I have done nothing but write today, hence why this post is coming at you later than typically normal. Once classes start up again, I’m really going to stay on top of this. I don’t want to be blogging at midnight every night when I’m back at the Academy at 8:00 am the following day.
For the first time since I’ve started this blog, I feel like I have nothing worthwhile to say. Well…it could be argued that nothing I talk about on here is worthwhile…but it is to me, so I suppose that counts. One day, I hope to be paid big bucks for this things I have to say. Be it about the Jedi Path (but let’s face it…I’ll never be a total master in that area of life), acting, writing, movies, fashion, movie scores, a random fact for the day, or even just giving my stupid, blatant opinion on the most random topic picked out of a hat.
To be honest, there is one particular subject I would love to write about and be paid to talk about it incessantly, and that topic would be sex. Maybe it’s because I grew up in a sheltered bubble…or maybe it’s presently on my mind all the time because of New Guy, New Guy’s best friend, I’m watching No Strings Attached at the present moment, I picked up the latest edition of Cosmopolitan yesterday, and I think women think about it every 12-13 seconds. Something like that.
But, seriously, I’ve had way too many sexy dreams lately, and it’s just out of nowhere. What has gotten into me?
I do believe in the Jedi Way and its core values. But I do think the Code has to be adapted to the current times. Sex is everywhere. As much of a romantic as I am, it’s hard to believe that two people are willing to wait until they find each other. It’s not the way it is. I thought I had found my *one*. I was far from his first. Far from it. It was an emotional roller coaster ride for me to figure out how I felt about it and how to deal with it.
After that relationship crashed and burned (we went from best friends to barely speaking to each other. It’s terrible.), I do still believe in everyone having One person for each other. We’re just going about a different way of finding each other.
Should Jedi be allowed to have sex? Present day, it’s acceptable to sleep with someone and that’s all it ends up being. Sex. A bout of pleasure for one evening, and that’s it. I don’t care what people say. Emotions always become involved for one member of the 2-person relationship. Never fails. It may not be at the same time, but it always happens. Someone gets hurt.
I refuse to be bullied by current trends or what everyone else is doing. There’s a word for that: Peer Pressure. I won’t give in. I won’t I won’t I WON’T.
“I am not on this earth to be bullied by women journalists who envy my freedom, my courage, my talent, and my arse.I have a fantastic arse.”
Spoken like a true rock star by the one and only Sinead O’Connor, singer, and her take on negative press coverage of her nuptials. Plus she’s Irish. Not only does the Irish dialect sound oh so sexy coming from either a male or female, but its really fun to talk like an Irishman, too. Once you get the feel of the words in your mouth, it flows off the tongue. It also increases a woman’s sex appeal by 50 points at any normal American bar.
Jedi should be allowed to have fun in the bedroom, too. I don’t necessarily think we should be kept to a celibate code of honor. That’s what priests do with their lives. I’m here to protect the peace and every living being.
I’m getting to the point late in life. But whether I choose to be single, married, sleeping around with the same guy for 35 years of my life, or turning butch. I’m doing it because I want to, not because that’s what society is telling me to do. Everything is done by the will of the Force. If I’m meant to have a partner in life and love, so be it.
The pangs of lonliness don’t help matters, either. I can have the nicest arse in the whole tri-state area, and I can sleep with at least a doze guys in the matter of a few days, but it’s not going to help the empty feeling I get hit with at the most inconvenient times every single day of my life. Talking wedding details with my sister is certainly not going to help with these feelings. It’s especially hard when I know New Guy really likes me…genuinely likes me…and he’s a 2.5 hour drive away from me. I can be having the hardest day of my life, and it’s no good. He can’t help me. Me and him are not there yet. Who knows if we ever will be.
I do know he likes my arse. A lot. Enough to take me out and let me order fries at any bar we hit up after the date portion of the night. It’s true, but yet so very sweet when you think about it. Especially when a girl like me LOVES her French Fries.
….Ooooooh, this could go on and on forever about what is love, how do I find it, why can’t I find it. Blah blah blah. So I will wrap this up, and I promise the next post will not be so long-winded and dull.
Have a blessed evening, and may the Force be with you.