Wednesday, July 28, 2010

The Perfect Man

I daresay we've all contemplated this.
Dreamed of it, longed for it, fantasized about it.
But, what exactly is the Perfect Man?
Let's take a look.

Every woman, adolescent girl, and heck, maybe even a Grandma or two has their ideal man laid out.
Charming smile. Dazzling features. Eyes brighter than sunsets. Tall. Intelligent. Hard working. Loyal. Trust-worthy. Honest. Dependable.
All of these traits fit into most women's definition of a Perfect Man. Their fantasy is based practically, or solely on looks, wealth, and their ability to be well-liked by society.
Why must these be the only contributing factors? Whatever happened to things like a man's soul, heart, or insight on life? Aren't these aspects valuable too?

Well, if my Perfect Man did in fact exist, trivial things like looks and style are really of little importance to me.
What counts in a Man's personality!
Intelligence is the key. To be brutally honest, I find intelligence extremely sexy, and, if a man lacks it, I am completely turned off.
Because, at the end of the day, what is there if you can't actually have a conversation with the lad?

Having things in common is pretty important, too. If two people have common interests such as music, literature, or movies, it adds many assets to the relationship. Conversation will rarely become dull, which definitely helps to keep things steady.

Being open is another trait I find necessary at times. I don't think I'd be able to stomach a man who had a poor outlook on things that were different.
I would never date someone who was homophobic, racist, or who had a closed mind in general.
Trying new things is what makes life exciting!

But, enough about me. Let's get back to the facts.

Why is the prospect of the Perfect Man so enticing? Is it because he is almost unattainable, which allows your mind to venture off into the unknown?
Do some women enjoy hunting for him? Dating, sleeping, and flirting with many possibilities?
But, at what point does the search become tiresome?
When do you find yourself longing for him to just APPEAR, so the hunt is no longer necessary?
When does it become a struggle?

Soulmates, Perfection, and Forever are all things that are overrated, difficult to achieve, and impossibly hard to find.
Why must one spend their entire life searching for something that may very well be in their backyard?
So, instead of trying to find something new, take a leap!
Say yes to the geeky boy who asks you out, flirt back with the mediocre boy-next-door! And never be afraid to try it out someone new, someone old, or someone you'd never think something could happen with.


Wednesday, July 21, 2010

I suppose I'll welcome myself to Blogspot.

Hello, fellow bloggers.
My name is Lauren. I live in Newfoundland, Canada, and I adore music and literature.
I suppose it's about time that I FINALLY got a Blog. I mean, I love to talk, so why not type out what's always on my mind?

I guess I'll start with telling you all a little about myself..

I'm in High School, which is the epitome of boringness, and lack of originality.
Most students are just an army of mindless, self-conceited clones, who have never even heard of the name 'Oscar Wilde,' and who think the Twilight Saga is sophisticated writing.
I am not one of those people.
I've always found myself a little.. Off beat? Different? Unconventional?
I have never quite been alike to those of my own age.
I like to think of myself as my own person... But, in the end, am I regarded as a freak? A weirdo?
I would not find this surprising.
I've just never felt the abundant need to conform, and be like all the others.
At one point in time, I would like to imagine that it was actually a GOOD thing to be yourself. Be who you wanted to be, like what you wanted to like, and not have to worry about the dire consequences of being DIFFERENT.
In modern times, it is frowned upon to be your own true self.
Well, if I may quote Wilde, 'Society is corrupt.'
I've learned to cast these things away. If I want to like Led Zeppelin, I'll like Led Zeppelin! And if I want to belt out random songs from Moulin Rogue, so be it! Why is that such a bad thing?

So, I guess that's one thing about myself. I don't stand down to complete bullshit.

The most important thing in my life currently is music.
Words cannot express how much it means to me..
I find that I have a very ecliptic taste.
One moment, I could be listening to The Beatles. The next, I'll find myself blasting the White Stripes, or Death Cab for Cutie.
I hate mainstream. It is pure DEATH.
Why would I waste my time listening to pitiful songs about 'Being in da club," or how beautiful a stripper is, when I can listen to melodic tunes about relationships, heartbreak, or nature?
Life is much too short to waste your hearing on such atrocities. Instead of listening to what is popular, why don't kids listen to something they've never heard before? That is how I've found some of my own favorite bands.
I critique my friend's taste in music constantly. I've tried to teach many of them what good, real music is, but they really couldn't care less. This saddens me.

Another great factor of my life is probably literature.
Books.. Ah, where to start.
One word: Classics.
I simply adore all of the classics, from Shakespeare to Frost. From Bronte to Chaucer. The list goes on and on!
My favorite author of all time would probably have to be Oscar Wilde, though.
His words stir something in me... It is indescribable.
It's almost as if he knows exactly how to take my most complex thoughts, and turn them into something beautiful.
His outlook on life, and his time, can range from hilarious to simply depressing.
I've read all of his work, and my favorite is still 'The Picture of Dorian Gray."
How many times I've read that book! It's just delightful, horrific, and mind-boggling.
The things he can do with words...

I suppose that is really all one needs to know about me... Want to know more? Just ask.