Melting…
It’s too fucking hot. This is retarded.
I’m pleased that I still have no desire to drink pop - at all.
I’ve been eating a lot of ice cream lately ’cause of the heat (and ’cause I still have a sweet tooth). I buy this quality stuff from Sobey’s. It’s cappuccino flavored. I ran out the other day, so bought some Ben and Jerry’s. Blech. So sweet, not as flavorful as the other stuff.
Have back slidden a few times in regards to eating crap, but not a lot, really. And every time I do, I’m aware of how the crap makes me feel - heavy, sad, the opposite of fueled-up.
Had a really productive day on Thursday and was proud of myself. Was running out of time and thinking I’d have to make an excuse as to why such and such wasn’t done, then just did it.
Found this excerpt in Salon an interesting read. Now I’m starting to slog through the letters. It’s from a book written by an Indian woman living in the States who decides to give up on the Western way of finding love and going for an arranged marriage.
Arranged marriages have always fascinated me. I don’t think they’re inherently a bad idea. It makes me sad - work with me here - in a way, though. I don’t even have that option:
Old, cynical, atheist who doesn’t want children and doesn’t even bring home $40k per year. Who’s first?
I mean, I don’t lie awake at night crying that I can’t be married off - I wouldn’t trust my friends or families selections, anyway - but just to realize that even that’s not an option for me is kinda depressing. Am I being silly? Probably.
Anybody reading this have an arranged marriage? I think the ideal is a mix of western and eastern (or maybe traditional is the better term) - both parties need to have veto power, but input from the family is important. Except that assumes one’s family isn’t fucked-up.
It seems love matches are over-rated - at least ones where there’s no logic or thought at all. I’ve heard of couples who have nothing in common. I don’t know what they talk about or share w/ each other. I can think of at least one where, though it lasted quite a while, it ultimately failed because they were so profoundly not on the same page about things.
I’m intrigued by matchmakers, as well, especially the modern variety.
I guess I think there’s too much romanticism in the West and wonder if things would be better if an outside opinion was part of people’s decisions in love.
I suspect I’m babbling, so I’ll wrap up.
But I’m really interested in your thoughts.
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