This dance scene from the not-half-bad movie “The Ugly Truth†makes me melt. Why? Watch how he dances. It’s very masculine, very strong but smoldering with heat and lust and passion. I rewound the scene about three times to watch it and then made myself a note to grab it for a blog post. Hotness! I want some. Now.
(ahem)
Did you know that the sound of me being all angry and yelling causes my cats to hide? Well, it does. Wasn’t yelling AT anyone, just being mad about a lot of things. Despite having a job, a home, my health and people/pets who love me, I cannot seem to see beyond what I lack. But allowing myself to be mad about it caused me to feel guilty because I have so much that is good in my life. So, mad but feeling guilty for being that way. Today I allowed myself to really and truly feel sad, mad, grumpy, ungrateful and pissy. I yelled and stomped and cried. Then I blew my nose and took a shower, letting the water wash away what was left of my mood. It was quite cathartic. I still feel some of that stuff but it’s not as overwhelming as it has been, trying to hold it all inside. One of the things I advocate is to really and truly feel something until it starts moving out of you. Because it’s a well-known truism that what you resist, persists. And I’m tired of feeling ungrounded, sad, foggy and peevy. I chose not to resist any longer. It didn’t kill me, it didn’t pull me under. In fact, I feel a bit better after crying and showering.
Cookie will be on American Idol on Wednesday. Word has it he’s covering a Rolling Stones song (since that’s the theme this week) so speculation is afoot as to what song it might be. Me? I’d kill to hear him sing “Wild Horsesâ€. I’ve always loved that song. Whatever he covers, I know it will be hella good. And in other sekrit boyfriend news, Hal Sparks will be hosting the Stephanie Miller show all next week while livestreamng it. I loves me some techno-geeks.
What else needs venting? Oh lots more, I am so sure. And you, dear three readers, will be among the very first to know.
And now, random lyrics (yes, they’re DC lyrics, duh):
Silver
When writing your history
I will always be a footnote
A distant memory
A warning sign of mistakes made
The kind that you learn from
This song is the best of me
Taking pills for solemn motive
A better side of me, an open mind
For mistakes made
The kind that you burn from
So take this small confession as my price to pay
I’ve never been the kind to let go
But before you up and walk away
I’m miserable without you, you know
This silver leaves me longing for gold
Second place has never carried me home
Second place has never carried me home
Please use your influence with Cookie to get him to sing “Waiting on a Friend.” I think he’d do that very, very well.
I think that letting yourself *feel* all this frustration is the way to go. You have to clean out the wound — physical or psychic — in order for it to heal efficiently and without infection. While that’s easier advice to give than to take, it sounds like you’re on the right path. (Even though I bet you wish you were past it already!)
I”m a big shower crier, too. I wonder if Roberta is right — that it washes all the hurt down the drain.
Excellent choice of song.
I’m really glad you’re feeling better after getting some of it out. Some times? You just have to feel it, let the water wash it away, and know it all went down the drain. :)