Sometimes happiness consists of finding the right balance of misery.
There is a limit to the amount of misery and disarray you will put up with for love, just as there is a limit to the amount of mess you can stand around a house. You can’t know the limit beforehand, but you will know when you’ve reached it.
a short rant on romanticizing sadness:
i am so fucking sick of the “sad girl” archetype, the “soft & defenseless” thing, the words “always” and “forever”, like seriously? what the fuck is wrong with people? of course we get sad sometimes. of course we feel weak. but stop romanticizing it. there is enough misery in this world, don’t create more because you think it makes you more “interesting”. stop making an entire subculture out of being soft, sad, & lonely. stop talking about how “you thought you’d be together forever”. don’t be so naive. nothing is forever, and there is not a single person on this earth you can completely depend on except for yourself. NEVER let someone else dictate or control your happiness. you are a complete person unto yourself. you can love another person with all your heart, but as long as you are dependent on them, you will only ever be setting them - and yourself - up for failure. because we are all human and we all fail, and expecting any one person to be your strength is one of the most ridiculous things you can do. find your own god damn strength within yourself.
This is something other than a discussion of depression and I have a lot of time for this post.
“we are all human and we all fail, and expecting any one person to be your strength is one of the most ridiculous things you can do”
Me too. Well said.
Today marks the 50th anniversary of Marilyn Monroe’s death.
Happily, if anyone had eyes to see, it was “Eisie.” The images that he captured on one afternoon in 1953 remain not only among the warmest, most casually intimate photos of Marilyn that anyone ever made: they also serve as a poignant record of a young woman on the very cusp of both genuine superstardom and years of gradually, ever-deepening misery. Defined less by her film work and more by her celebrity, her broken marriages (to baseball Hall of Famer Joe DiMaggio and great American playwright, Arthur Miller), depression, drugs, affairs — most famously and devastatingly, of course, with JFK — Marilyn Monroe’s life in the decade between that 1953 photo session with Eisenstaedt and her death in August 1962 has been chronicled, dissected, analyzed and sifted so thoroughly that there’s little need to recount it here.
LIFE.com offers this series of photos — most of which never ran in LIFE magazine — as both a tribute and a reminder: a tribute to the great, uniquely empathetic photographer who made them, and a reminder of the talented, beautiful, utterly alive young Marilyn who so bewitched the world, her whole life still before her.
The idea of happiness as a process of self-realisation also grates. As if being unhappy somehow puts you further down the karmic food chain and that if you’re not happy it’s because you’re a less worthwhile person. Misery is not always optional and the last thing the miserable need is to be guilt-tripped by the emotionally cleansed.
♥ Misery by Maroon 5 ♥
♫♫♫ I am in misery..
and there ain’t nobody who can comfort me,
why won’t you answer me?
The silence is slowly killing me… ♫♫♫♫
There is neither
happiness nor misery in the world;
there is only the
comparison of one state with another,
When we make our own misery,
we sometimes cling to it even when
we want so bad to change because the
misery is something we know.
The misery is comfortable.
Bloody Cat Deeley.
Her advert for some girly hair product urges the girlys to upload a ‘swoosh’ of their hair with a flick of the neck.
This thought invaded my mind the second I glanced at my iPhone to see the album art of Maroon 5’s latest album, ‘hands all over’.
Swoosh. It’s a girl thing. Not a Nike thing.