Sunday, March 31, 2013

Synchronicity or How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Bomb

I believe in it. Or maybe I should say that I am open to it.

I know that when I start thinking about somebody, I am either going to run into them or get a phone call from them. It's been like that my whole life. I've tried to manifest this experience, but forcing it never works. It happens when it happens, totally autonomously from what I want.

I'm in the process of writing a new series of books - witches are the theme - and the more stuff I read as I research the topic, the more interested I become in the idea that magic or miraculous happenings are somehow tied into the concept of Synchronicity. When something magical/miraculous happens, it's easy to be in awe of it, to credit some supernatural force to its occurrence - which may well be the case, I can't discount it - but maybe another way of looking at it is that it's just a synchronous event. Maybe it's only a confluence of cause and effect from a thousand different smaller moments, leading up to this one larger miraculous/magical experience. All of this happens behind the scenes, out of our direct line of view, so that the event appears magical/miraculous.

I don't know. I like the idea of living in a world where magic exists...but I've never really been privy to it. So in these new books I wanted to create a world where magic is like quantum physics: A whole bunch of molecular events happening on a subatomic level so they can't be witnessed by the naked eye. It's still magic, but it's a magic that's a little more tangible.

I'm hoping that my research adventures into the world of Magic, Witches, Wicca, and the Occult will open up new avenues of thought. Or maybe something magical/miraculous will happen and I will then have first hand proof that the supernatural is alive and well in this world.

I'm keeping my mind open and my curiosity intact.


Friday, March 29, 2013

Game Playing, Yo!

I am not a game player. It puts me at a disadvantage. Especially when it comes to dating. With my friends, it's a different bag. I am not counted out for being honest about who I am or what I want - but when it comes to dating and romantic stuff...jeeza-louisa.

Is there some rule book that I didn't get? Because it feels like there's this rigid framework in place that I totally have not been clued into.

It's not a big deal. It doesn't make me sad or angry...more like confused and uncertain.

So many dudes talk about how difficult women are, how they can't get laid, they can't get a girlfriend or even a date...well, I'm here to tell you that it's not limited to men. Women deal with the same stuff. We're just quiet about it.

Scratch that. We're not quiet about it, we talk ad nauseum about it to our girlfriends, but we don't write blog posts about it (well, maybe a few) or put it out there in the pop culture medium (well, a few do - to their credit). I think finding a partner - or, Hell, just someone to go see a movie with - is difficult all the way around. For everyone.

But it's the game playing that kills me. I just can't do it.

There's this whole weird thing where you're supposed to pretend like you're not interested in someone so that they work really hard to get your attention.

For example, there's like some archaic rule that if you don't reply to some dude's texts, he will - I swear to God - literally text you non-stop a whole, one-sided conversation that you never once have to reply to and by the end of it he's like begging you to go out with him. But if you make the mistake of even once replying back during his frenzy...then he immediately stops texting you.

Game over.

So what am I supposed to do? Be a pretend texting fisherman? Trying to hook some poor guy with my disinterest and then coming in for the kill after letting him text himself into oblivion?


I like you. You like me. Seems like a really simple concept, right?


Makes me want to get myself to a nunnery. At least you're safe from all the bullshit there.

Because God doesn't text.

Monday, March 18, 2013

Waiting In Line

I'm standing here waiting in line at the post office. I have been here for a long time. When Dante was crafting Purgatorio there was no such thing as the US post office - but if Dante were writing his Divine Comedy now, the line I am in would figure heavily in his work.