the persistent bugger

the white bird just doesn't seem to get the message. when the clan goes for a swim, he's left behind as the other birds nearly have a heart attack to keep ahead of him. during eating time, he'll try and join the others, and he's either chased away or everyone else moves.

i have respect for his persistence and devotion to creatures who seem to show no interest in him, well besides a strong sense of loathing. it's kinda sad though, to see such honourable traits in a bird, while men [supposedly on the top of the food chain because of their superiority] can't even stay committed to something/someone long enough to call them back.

the idea of working hard for something and remaining devoted and committed no longer seems to exist in our world. rather then work hard to achieve something, people cheat or steal.

if they see something they want, they go for it, but never stick to it: it's great for one night, or a few hours, but as soon as something is required, or some sort of commitment is to be returned, the line goes dead and the idea is absentmindedly discarded.

~good things come to those who work for it~

The Ugly Duckling

So for the past nearly 8 years there has been a family of Canadian geese living in my yard. The two that started it all were named (by me) Freddy and Fiona. 

Now, years later, the number of geese has more then quadrupled! 

Today, however, a new member has joined the group. oh wait, correction, tried to join the group.

A white goose/snow goose/swan (we aren't too sure what it is) was seen among the canadian geese, killing our grass and fertilizing it (or so they claim).  

But while watching these birds hard at work, i noticed their lack of love, affection and charity. In fact, they were downright racist!  

Whenever this poor, spectacular, bird would lower his head for a snack, the 'head goose' (or so i've dubbed him due to his protective ways) would go after him, flapping his wings, lowering his head and screeching (or so i imagined, i can't know for sure due to my being up the hill and in the house). And the white bird would back away.

Now at first i thought it was a coincidence. But it turns out i'm just naive. The goose was most definitely attempting to rid his herd of the outsider. 

So now i see that the tale of the ugly duckling is not just a fable told to young children to teach them about looking past some one's physical appearance. Birds actually act that way!

~remember, that ugly duckling turned into a beautiful swan~

A Perfectly Logical Move

Three times in my life i've been asked to be a bridesmaid. this is the 2nd one that has fallen through.

many of you have heard the story, and for those who haven't, i don't want to get into details. 

but the basis of it is that i was supposed to be a bridesmaid for a [friend] this summer, but due to episodes and actions beyond my control, i tactfully and gracefully stepped down from my position as a bridesmaid.

So now i'm stuck with a dress. a dress that at the time of purchasing i liked. but now, not so much. i guess there are too many memories and feelings attached to it now. crazy how one little thing can have such power over someone.

So a lady that i work with is getting married... and coincidence(?)- one of her colours is purple too! So we were talking about it, and it came around to me describing this previously mentioned dress and she asked if i would perhaps be interested in selling it.

hmmm... selling it, now what would that say? well, it would say [publicly] that i've given up on what could have been, which is true. it could say that i'm ridding myself of all reminders of what was... and that i'm moving on...

so really, in my head, selling is a perfectly logical path, plus i wouldn't be out $50.

not selling, well, first off it'd be a waste cause i'd probably never wear the dress, second off it would serve only as a reminder. and lately, i've been a fan of forgetting.

~as long as this dress doesn't hold (and pass on) the jinx that seems to be resting over my head~

Why must bad look so good

He stands there, with the power to support a nation, casually reclined against an equally seductive truck, with a cloud of smoke hovering about him; a slight turn of his head and glance of his eyes tells me he has noticed me too. The powerful body beckons to me. Oh what an enticing man of mystery.

I remain calm and strive to appear indifferent, doing everything in my power to keep my eyes anywhere but on him- glancing this way and that way like a crazy woman: all the while standing within arms reach to this composed and controlled man of compelling mystery.

His eyes are dark and dangerous. My eyes long to explore more- and my hands along with them. But I have an image to uphold, expectations to live up to. Such actions would create a scandal, cause an uproar- because to them, i'm no mystery: i abide by their presuppositions and continue to hide the truth.

In their eyes i do not stand tall enough to stand with the mystery man who has bewitched my mind.

~because of you~