I really think there is a difference between 'hot' and 'attractive.'
We all know who the hot people are. There's a handful in every crowd, the ones you can't seem to tear your eyes from. They capture your attention in a peculiar way, but at the same time, someone can be hot and unattractive.
That babe can have horrible table manners or be vulgar or rude to the strangers on the street. They could be manipulative or unintelligent, have the bluest eyes and the straightest teeth, and I wouldn't waste a minute on them. Only a second. Of staring. Because they are kind of hot even if I wouldn't to date them.
Thus, hot and attractive are not really the same word, dispite being used interchangeably in American pop culture. While 'hotness' usually has to do with appearance or one's surface characteristics, 'attractiveness' refers more to one'a character or inner characteristics.
Now that I know what an attractive person looks like, I just have to find one that isn't taken 🙃
Wish me luck.
Stay determined, frens.
Tuesday, December 13, 2016
Saturday, December 3, 2016
Vantage Point
I've been playing a good bit of Mirror's Edge recently, and it's gotten me thinking about perspectives, vantage points, angels of attack.
You could see a sunrise or a sunset in the same sky from different places on the earth, or maybe in one place, the sun isn't visible at all.
Perspective is everything.
I heard a quote earlier, "Love is blind." Shakespeare nosing its way into a Christmas movie. When you really stop and think about what it means, you might find several variations of a single truth.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not find happiness in faultfinding.
From one angle, I have been blindly in love, blinded to the awful things within the one I loved.
From another, I have chosen to overlook certain flaws because I wanted to love someone unconditionally and refused to see the imperfections.
Both scenarios involve blindness in love, but one involves a conscious choice and one involves oblivion and naïveté.
Every day, I must choose where to plant myself, which ange I want to see something from. The best perches in the skyline of the city of glass don't come naturally. I have to train myself and be vigilant and intentional about what I think and say every day. One day, I'll get there. I know you will too.
You could see a sunrise or a sunset in the same sky from different places on the earth, or maybe in one place, the sun isn't visible at all.
Perspective is everything.
I heard a quote earlier, "Love is blind." Shakespeare nosing its way into a Christmas movie. When you really stop and think about what it means, you might find several variations of a single truth.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not find happiness in faultfinding.
From one angle, I have been blindly in love, blinded to the awful things within the one I loved.
From another, I have chosen to overlook certain flaws because I wanted to love someone unconditionally and refused to see the imperfections.
Both scenarios involve blindness in love, but one involves a conscious choice and one involves oblivion and naïveté.
Every day, I must choose where to plant myself, which ange I want to see something from. The best perches in the skyline of the city of glass don't come naturally. I have to train myself and be vigilant and intentional about what I think and say every day. One day, I'll get there. I know you will too.
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