Please do yourself a favor and skip the Grizzly Man movie. It wasn't the bears that scared me, it was the man. What's got me hiding under the covers is the idea that Timothy Treadwell, a man almost totally incapable of organized thought, was somehow able to take the thousands of steps necessary to hide the presence of his girlfriend from his audience. He cut her out of every bit of footage and never mentioned her in an interview. Treadwell cries openly on film about how grateful he is for a fox, a bee, a pile of bear droppings, but he is seemingly totally dismissive of the woman who, so many times, was behind the lense. We never see him once express gratitude for a person who tackled a 1000 pound animal with a frying pan for six minutes in an effort to save his life. How can people be so ridiculously blind to the good things they have?
Six minutes is a long time.
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Come over. Let me take you to dinner and really listen to what you're saying. Tell me what really turns you on, why you're really leaving him or her, and when you almost fuck this up by kissing me, let me take your hand and make sure you don't step in your own shattered glass. Let me be for you the person I need so much right now, and maybe we'll both go home happy.
Six minutes is a long time.
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Come over. Let me take you to dinner and really listen to what you're saying. Tell me what really turns you on, why you're really leaving him or her, and when you almost fuck this up by kissing me, let me take your hand and make sure you don't step in your own shattered glass. Let me be for you the person I need so much right now, and maybe we'll both go home happy.
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This kind of butterfly effect is the devil.
I feel like I have to screen people before I'll even consider being their friend - I mean, for us, even if our lives aren't threatened on a daily basis, just "hanging out" still entails having to trust people with our physical, personal safety.
Especially someone driving... how fast can they drive me to a bathroom or a tree? Or will they just say "Oh, it is only 20 minutes until we are there, you can wait." Wait?! I won't ride with my mom because she is like that. Actually, I prefer to be the driver now.
I broke up with my boyfriend because I didn't trust him to call 911 or keep an eye on me when it was necessary. My mom accidently poisened me last Christmas with aspertame (which I am deathly allergic too & she made sugarfree jello, see why I don't trust my mom?) & he didn't take care of me, he actually got mad at me & went home.
Also, I feel like who is really strong enough to accept these crazy little things? I mean, it is more then what I have said. There is more then stomach things for me. It is a constant uphill battle just to get through the day for me. I don't work anymore, that is how bad it is. But for some stupid reason, I can still be so happy & zenful & pleasently content with the world. Crazy.
[Edited on Oct 17, 2005 2:20PM]
On the real though, if something is up, holler at me, you know I got an ear for you.