I am in love with this new artist I was recently introduced to. My
my. <3 Hearts be spewing outta me chest matey. She rocks the style of the
50's so absolutely beautifully... *tear* if only I could touch that...
perfectly waved hair.... @_@
I think this video holds a very powerful
meaning... such a beautifully packaged gift. How I see it, what we sometimes
think might be love, causes us to "drown" ourselves in our
expectations and ideals. The same expectations and ideals end up creating a
wishful identity for the other person and we become virtually blind to any
other flaws they might have. I like how the video clearly depicts these
ideas. After gracefully undressing the tattoo covered hunk (we shall refer to
him as tattoo Timmy) he literally drowns the pretty little Lana and then pulls
her into the water completely at the end. Not to mention this whole idea of “blinded
love” when someone thinks they're in love. Tattoo Timmy looks like an alligator
underwater but above water Lana can only see his human side... or rather, what
she wants to see. So simple... and so beautiful! *tear*.
Lets take a quick looksie at the lyrics:
“You were kind of punk-rock
I grew up on hip-hop
You fit me better
Then my favorite sweater
And I know that love is
mean, and love hurts
But I still remember that day we met in December”
"I will love you till the end of time
I would wait a million years
promise you'll remember that you're mine
Baby can you see through the tears?
Love you more
Than those bitches before
Say you'll remember, oh baby, say you'll remember
I will love you till the end of time"
(WAIT... when did she snag in "bitches" I didn't even
hear her say that O_O Is it just me or does her swearing sound hella classy?
Lol)
When I read the first chunk of the lyrics
the little metaphor of tattoo Timmy being half-alligator and half-man made even
more sense. She says that he was sort of punk-rock while she grew up on
hip-hop. Then she goes on to say that he fit her better than her favorite
sweater. I think she’s making reference to the fact that punk-rock and hip-hop
are extremely different. With the sweater, I think here she’s throwing out the
idea that she made him fit, when really he didn’t. On top of water he was man
but under water he was an alligator. This is further reinforcing the idea that
she saw in him, what she wanted to. People seem to create the person they want
to fit them, and refuse to see the reality of a situation.
The second part she says that she knows
that love is mean, and love hurts. But she remembers the day they met. I feel
like here, she acknowledges that their love is not working but she wants to
latch on to the love they had in the beginning, when they first met. In my
opinion here’s the part where people screw themselves over (O_o aww sheit). I
feel like people grow accustomed to the type of relationship they might be in,
weather it is good or bad and end up sticking to it simply because it’s all
they know. It seems like sometimes people don’t want “what they had before” to
be deemed useless, so they stay together regardless of their compatibility. If
they do break up… they are acknowledging that they may have been naively
idealistic of the other person and end up devaluing what they had before. So
it’s a complex battle between belief (what we initially thought) and denial (what
we refuse to accept). In all honesty though, accepting that you have been
idealistic is a hard task. If you do accept it what might follow for some is
this idea that we will never find anyone. Maybe to avoid this we don’t
acknowledge our lack of judgement. When all is stripped down the truth is if
two people are not compatible… they just aren't.
When I read the other part of these lyrics
the words that come to mind are passion, obsession and maybe dedication. But
maybe passion is easily confused as obsession? Where is the line drawn between stubbornness
to follow our obsession and a passion for something? Maybe when people think
they are in love, they confuse it with obsession. Maybe it’s a glitch in the
relay of info to your conscious mind. Basic
Obsessive compulsive disorder has simple steps which start with obsession over
something (such as... germs) and then heightened levels of anxiety and
autonomic arousal... (heart rate increase, sweating etc.). In order to lower
this level of arousal the individual makes use of compulsive behaviour. So
basically we have an obsession, anxiety and then compulsion to ease the anxiety
and people with this disorder viciously follow this cycle. Help is needed to
break this cycle, where an individual is taught how to refrain from obsessing and
of course medication for the physiological problem.
Maybe this can be applied to the sort of
"love" I'm talking about. The obsession caused by the brain... and us
creating an ideal identity for this person. In order to ease this obsession we
must interact with the person, as our compulsion. Wait so am I saying that
people who get too obsessed with a lover and label it passion can actually be a
mild case of obsessive compulsive disorder? Maybe my psychology degree sucks
out any ounce of romance I may have left in my empty little soul or maybe it's
true. We all have mild forms of many disorders; maybe we can use OCD as an
example to describe the cyclic nature of this kind of relationship.
Well ladies and gentlemen relationships
are a complex thing, but in the end I guess the most important thing is
self-knowledge and introspection. If you know exactly how you’re feeling and
why you won’t really have a problem. It’s the people that usually jump first
and think later that end up confused.
And on that note, I shall wrap this up by
saying… that I am intensely eyeing that apple fritter sitting on my kitchen
counter… no I have not quickly ended this blog post because I want to warm it
up and eat it while watching an episode of the legend of Korra (maybe). Till
next time, Turrah! (art attack reference?)
"Solitude is the profoundest fact of the human condition. Man is the only being who knows he is alone, and the only one who seeks... to realize himself in another." -Octavio Paz
Maybe it was the gloomy weather…
maybe it’s just the inevitable nature of life that has constantly making itself
apparent to me. (WARNING: You are about to witness intense emoness) Okay maybe
not that emo. But it’s a sad idea nonetheless. The idea I’m talking about is
the very nature of existence O_o (aww sheit… girls be getting philosophical).
Okay…. Well it’s this idea that with life comes the confinement of loneliness.
Kind of like a trade-off… you have life, but it’s alone… but not really… if ya
get my drift. I guess in the end everyone is confined in their own mind. I mean
that, no matter how many people you have around you, it is inevitable that they
will leave, and you will be back to being stuck inside your own head. I love
the idea of the subjective human and how everyone with unique perspectives interacts…
but when you strip it down, it can be awfully depressing.
I think I can say that I’ve
accepted the fact that people leave. It sounds sad… but it’s true. When we meet
someone new, rarely do we ever think about where our paths will split. It’s
kind of an unspoken inevitability, something that happens naturally. Everyone
seems to enter your experiences in life in different time intervals, and
sometimes when they leave we don’t even notice. Think about friends you had
maybe grade 6? Then maybe a friend of yours moved, they did not influence your
life any longer, they had their time interval and then left. And maybe you
remember this friend that you were quite fond of. What you are left with are memories
of them, but not necessarily sadness that they are gone (in some cases, yes).
But them being gone, is kind of something that is accepted, since it happens so
much in life, with new people, things, and places. It’s quite inevitable.
The most interesting thing is
that each human being that enters your life brings with them certain
experiences (in that strict time interval that they are with you). You pick up
unique habits, ways of conversing, attitudes, ideas, preferences simply from
meeting someone new. What’s even cooler is the fact that the little tendencies
you have picked up from them, they in turn have picked up from others. They are
as much a product of the different people they have met, as much as you are.
Essentially you are meeting the people they have met… in a way. I guess what I am saying is simply that we
all become a unique person from a mix of all the different kinds of people we
meet. And in turn the people we meet are mixes of the vast assortment of people
they have met. This is what I find amazing. If you think about it seems through
3 people you can have met 3 million characters.
Anyways, back on track here.
These people bound to split paths with you one way or another, whether you
notice it or not, and if they stay with you for the rest of your life there is
still one last thing reminding you that you are alone in this world… which is,
you guessed it, death. I guess this is why humans desperately search for
attachment and a sense of belonging. The worst feeling is definitely loneliness
and people try their best not to feel this. Family serves to mend this sense of
loneliness, where you have people around you that love you and that you know
support you, the idea of loneliness doesn’t really make itself apparent in this
kind of environment (of course depending on the relationship one has with their
family members). And the idea of relationships or that “perfect partner” is
also there to serve as a life vest. Take marriage for example, you have found
someone who has committed to you that they will stay with you “till death do
you apart”. The two partners will be there for each other and once again you do
not have to deal with this idea of loneliness. But with this comes a different
problem: when the two partners “part” (PART…ners *cough* anyone see what I see
O_O). So when this person leaves that has promised to stay with you, who else
will be there for you? People tend to have a lost sense of self after a split.
Perhaps it’s because the very means of their existence have been snatched away
from them. If the person might have kids, then they may not be as lost after a
15 year marriage then someone who spent the same amount of time in the marriage
and does not have kids.
Just to clarify I’m not saying
people can never be happy alone. They can! What I am trying to point out is a
person is confined to their own brain for their whole life. People come in and
out of this world you create for yourself, and many times people try to get
away from their little world by finding other people they can try to share it
with. In a way… that’s the beauty of a relationship of any kind, whether a
close friendship, a family member, or a partnership. You share that little
subjective world with another person who has their own world. The two sort of
combine and create something awesome!
And this combination… well it fills me up with hearts and
sheit no doubt! <3
