Oddities & Curiosities

I’ve been having a TAD of difficulty choosing my Prom dress due to my indecisiveness and amount of options. But I really just want to have it, so I need to make up my damn mind.

Short Dresses:

The first one is my favorite out of these, I think. All of them also come in other colors.

Long dresses:

Most of these come in different colors too. I looove the last two especially.

I tried these two on in the stores and they looked really good on me. They’re similar in style (strapless, sort of Grecian-looking with the long pleated bottom, beaded) and both are like, citrus shades (which surprised me because I normally don’t wear those colors).

I don’t think I’d get this one because I want a bright color and it’s not really a Prom style, but I just LOVE this dress. It’s so beautiful. I fucking adore BCBGMAXAZRIA. So much.

And finallyyy, THIS is the dress I’ve been thinking for awhile of getting. (Same dress in two different colors.) I’d probably get the turquoise and purple one because those are my two favorite colors, and I think this shade of yellow is too bright for me.

So, yeah. Those are the ones I’m deciding between. Ahh, choices…
Any feedback would be appreciated lol.

“Now, blessings light on him that first invented sleep! It covers a man all over, thoughts and all, like a cloak; it is meat for the hungry, drink for the thirsty, heat for the cold, and cold for the hot. It is the current coin that purchases all the pleasures of the world cheap, and the balance that sets the king and the shepherd, the fool and the wise man, even.”

—Miguel de Cervantes, Don Quixote, 1605 

“I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know?”

—Ernest Hemmingway

Oh, I know. Life itself is just so tiring. It takes so much energy. I go back and forth between cycles of not needing sleep at all and just staying awake. I like to get stuff done at night. And I have insomnia anyway. Then, sometimes, I just feel so, so tired, for entire weeks it seems like. I just crave the comfort of my bed and I pass out and sleep like I am dead to the world. Now is one of those times. I’m so sleepy! But I have so much I need to have done tomorrow, I don’t know whether I’ll be able to at all. :( Ugh, it is miserable.

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon…
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals
or have become shriveled and closed
from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it’s not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand on the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.”

It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the center of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.

—by Oriah Mountain Dreamer

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Jor-El read us this poem at the last circle before we were each led to our solo sites where we stayed for three days in complete solitude. We were blindfolded and began the solo with a period of silence together. I’ve thought about this from time to time since then. It was so appropriate for the moment.