but i still got the blues.

petak, 11.05.2007.

so dance your own dance, and never forget...

puno previše obaveza zadnjih dana. ali gode mi. mozak je više uposlen fizikalnim i analitičkim kemijama nego razmišljanjima o svemu dugom tupavom. ali nešto mi ne da mira. nakon jednog razgovora sa prijateljem ostala sam paf jer uopće nisam imala pojma kakvom me osobom drugi doživljavaju.

- Ti ne izgledaš ko ''djeva u nevolji''. Zapravo, nikad nisam ni stekao takav dojam. Ti si Supergirl, netko ko sve svoje rješava sam, i za to ne treba druge, a smiješi se da je uvijek sve ok jer ne voli da je drugi ljudi dožive kao da treba pomoć. Ako ikad i zakukaš, to je više okrenuto na sprdnju. Nisi ona cura koja voli da joj frajer da ružu, da ju časti cugom ili pomogne nositi vrećice iz trgovine. I ako se za ikog u životu ne brinem, to je za tebe. Jer imaš mozak, a bome uz to najdužu i najbržu jezičinu koju znam. I to je dobro. ali tjera ljude, a time i muškarce od tebe. Jer to plaši. Ja te volim, ali da se mogu zamisliti kao tvoj dečko, malo teže. Nekako bih se osjećao ko pičkica uz tebe. :)) Svaki muškarac želi osjetiti da ga žena treba, a ja imam dojam da ti nikad ne bi trebao. da bi ti bila JAČI POL od mene. Neki ljudi trebaju nekog tko će ih stalno pokretati, a neki se pokreću sami. Ti imaš svoj propeler u guzici i pokrećeš samu sebe i budi ponosna.

I stala sam i zamislila se. zar me ljudi ZAISTA tako doživljavaju? zato što ne glumim krhku djevojku i što volim svoje poslove i sve obavljati i rješavati sama? što ne volim da mi se kupi cuga? ne razumijem, muškarci traže... šta? 10 godina mlađe curičke od sebe koje mogu pokazivati i kupovati im subotom najskuplje koktelčiće da bi osjetili KAKO SU NEKOM POTREBNI? WTF?
Pa halo, i ja trebam žene, muškarce, LJUDEEEE, nekog, ali ne trebam nekog tko će mi 'nosit vrećice' i 'kupit cugu'. a pa jebemu, to mogu sama. ljudi mi trebaju za stvari koje nisam sposobna sama učiniti, ili kao pomoć za moja slabija psihička stanja, a dosta toga ne mogu sama i imam dosta psihičkih udubina. Ali to ne znači da ću plakati ili zbog straha da će mi pukniti nokat čekati da dođe netko i 'spasi me'! JEBOTE! uf.. i komentar da na prvi pogled izgledam ''dosta grubo''... ne razumijem..ako postanem platinasta plavušica, obučem neku light pink haljinicu, hoću onda izgledati ko anđelčić koji treba pomoć i bit prihvatljivija društvu?
zašto cijelo društvo boluje od kompleksa 'spasimo nekog'? i zašto svi većinom biramo za društvo sjebanije ljude od nas samih? jel se tako osjećamo bolje i baš super?

ja ostajem pri svom. bit ću takva, izgledala grubo ili drsko ili ne znam kako. što mogu sama, obavljat ću sama i trenutno ne trebam 'spasitelje'. osim ako mi možete srediti položen ispit iz analitičke kemije, što čisto sumnjam. :)) a sad idem pametnije trošiti vrijeme. idem učiti. :))

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..If you're leaving will you take me with you
I'm tired of talking on my phone
There is one thing I can never give you
My heart can never be your home

So what's the matter with you?
Sing me something new... don't you know
The cold and wind and rain don't know
They only seem to come and go away...

out of control

I was out in the city
I was out in the rain
I was feeling down hearted
I was drinking again

I was standing by the bridges
Where the dark water flows
I was talking to a stranger
About times long ago

I was young
I was foolish
I was angry
I was vain
I was charming
I was lucky
Tell me how have I changed

Now I'm out
Oh out of control
Now I'm out
Oh out of control
Oh help me now

And the girls in the doorway
And the boys in the game
And the drunks and the homeless
They all know me

And the police on the corner
Give a nod and a wave
As they point me
To my final destination

I was young
I was foolish
I was angry
I was vain
I was charming
Feeling lucky
Tell me how have I changed

Now I'm out
Oh out of control
Now I'm out
Oh out of control
Oh help me now

In the hotel I'm excited
By the smile on her face
But I wondered
How was time
Gonna change her

I was young
I was foolish
I was angry
I was vain
I was charming
I was out there
Tell me how have I changed

Now I'm out
Oh out of control
Oh I'm out
Oh out of control

she's lost control

Confusion in her eyes that says it all.
She's lost control.
And she's clinging to the nearest passer by,
She's lost control.
And she gave away the secrets of her past,
And said I've lost control again,
And a voice that told her when and where to act,
She said I've lost control again.

And she turned around and took me by the hand and said,
I've lost control again.
And how I'll never know just why or understand,
She said I've lost control again.
And she screamed out kicking on her side and said,
I've lost control again.
And seized up on the floor, I thought she'd die.
She said I've lost control.
She's lost control again.
She's lost control.
She's lost control again.
She's lost control.

Well I had to 'phone her friend to state my case,
And say she's lost control again.
And she showed up all the errors and mistakes,
And said I've lost control again.
But she expressed herself in many different ways,
Until she lost control again.
And walked upon the edge of no escape,
And laughed I've lost control.
She's lost control again.
She's lost control.
She's lost control again.
She's lost control.