Missing Him

Never the Time and the PlaceBy Robert Browning

Never the time and the place 

And the loved one all together! 

This path—how soft to pace! 

This May—what magic weather! 

Where is the loved one’s face? 
In a dream that loved one’s face meets mine, 

But the house is narrow, the place is bleak 

Where, outside, rain and wind combine 

With a furtive ear, if I strive to speak, 

With a hostile eye at my flushing cheek, 

With a malice that marks each word, each sign!

O enemy sly and serpentine, 

Uncoil thee from the waking man! 

Do I hold the Past 

Thus firm and fast 

Yet doubt if the Future hold I can? 

This path so soft to pace shall lead 

Thro’ the magic of May to herself indeed! 

Or narrow if needs the house must be, 

Outside are the storms and strangers: we 

Oh, close, safe, warm sleep I and she,— 

I and she! 

Try Harder, Little Boys

It’s easy to separate the men from the boys. 

The boys will get offended when you don’t give them your number. 

They will immediately try to offend you by mentioning your age. 

‘Why you so stuck up, old woman? You fifty years old. You should be ashamed of yourself.’

As if being old was a bad thing. Little boy, I’m fifty and that’s precisely why I won’t have anything to do with children like you. 

‘Yeah I’m old enough to be your Mama. Maybe you should just stick to fucking her.’

Everything Means Nothing

I would like an engagement ring, but because I like jewellery and not for what it’s supposed to stand for. I’d like a beautiful wedding dress because I like clothes, and I want a big wedding because I like parties with lots of food, people and dancing. Parties and new clothes are not good reasons to marry. Don is a good reason to marry. Everything means nothing without him.

If I Ain’t Got You

Some people live for the fortune
Some people live just for the fame
Some people live for the power, yeah
Some people live just to play the game

Some people think that the physical things define what’s within
And I’ve been there before, and that life’s a bore
So full of the superficial

Some people want it all
But I don’t want nothing at all
If it ain’t you baby
If I ain’t got you baby
Some people want diamond rings
Some just want everything
But everything means nothing
If I ain’t got you, yeah

Some people search for a fountain
That promises forever young
Some people need three dozen roses
And that’s the only way to prove you love them

Hand me the world on a silver platter
And what good would it be
With no one to share, with no one who truly cares for me

Some people want it all
But I don’t want nothing at all
If it ain’t you baby
If I ain’t got you baby
Some people want diamond rings
Some just want everything
But everything means nothing
If I ain’t got you

Some people want it all
But I don’t want nothing at all
If it ain’t you baby
If I ain’t got you baby
Some people want diamond rings
Some just want everything
But everything means nothing
If I ain’t got you, yeah

If I ain’t got you with me baby
So nothing in this whole wide world don’t mean a thing
If I ain’t got you with me baby

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With the Top Down and the Wind Blowing

Further thoughts on Crowded House’s Not the Girl You Think You Are

It’s my favourite song by the band despite having previously felt it was a rather depressing one about losing oneself and being the person you think you have to be in order to be loved and wanted.

Well, I was listening to it this morning and I had an epiphany: This song is about the false negative perceptions one has about oneself. It’s about feeling you will never be liked for who you are; it’s about the years of disappointment breaking you down so that you don’t think you deserve happiness.

That’s not who you are. That’s not who I am. I deserve to be happy and loved. I am loved; I have lots to be happy about. And I do believe that Don is one in a million.

 

Having It All or Doing It All?

Today I was introduced to a blogger (Emma) who draws her thoughts about social issues. The blog post that I read is called You Should Have Asked and explains why women tend to end up doing everything at home.

(Hmm, even as I typed the last sentence I found myself wondering, guiltily, if it’s actually all my fault that I don’t get any help at home. That is another story though.)

Right now my ex-husband has moved back into my flat, with me and our children (a long story that I won’t go into right now) and does next to nothing to help with the chores. I badly want to tell him to get out, but I admit I’m afraid that things might get ugly if I do. Still, I know I am going to have to tell him that sharing a space just isn’t going to work.

Anyway, I read Emma’s comic and almost every frame made me want to cry because it was such a relief to know that it wasn’t all just me being a total failure at managing and being assertive and all the rest.

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From ‘You Should’ve Asked’.

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