More is More

Okay, before I start, I would like to quote from another blog, whose writer I will not name (but some of you will know if you've been gaze-ing lately). -- "I feel like a Chinese middle school student. I've been straddling this very slippery middle ground between college student extraordinaire and adult." What the hell?

Also, my latest musical recommendation (having been ever-present in my life in the past few weeks) is jazz maven Nina Simone. She's amazing on so many levels.

And now to the business at hand...

I think it would be beautiful to be alluring just by being me. Imagine that. What if you could enthrall and attract people just by being you. Based on the frequency of when they saw you and didn't, how much you naturally said (without planning, scheming, plotting, what-have-you) and how much you didn't, another person (hopefully of the opposite sex) would just want to spend time with you, drink you in, adore you, watch you, love you... you get the point.

Most of you are thinking, "Yeah, well, that's how people start relationships," but you have to remember that I wouldn't know about that. I want to. I'd love for it to be as simple as being me. I really would.

But now we come to the heading of this little blog... most people say less is more. Less is definite less, and more is definitely too much sometimes, but they both have their virtues. However, I would really like to be able to embrace less. Flash back to 7th grade when my English teacher Kathy Lawrence talked about writing essays, about how she would always write and write and write thinking that if she just said a whole lot, she'd get the right point across somewhere in there. Flash forward 6 years to my freshman roommate in college, Katie Bristow, saying, "You think so much into things!"

More is definitely one of my biggest sins. Maybe if I just think out every possible angle, scheme, oufit or makeup selection, I'll stumble upon the right one and things can roll back to one, be simple again. Hasn't worked yet. So this is me wanting things to be simple again.

(I even have a chance to put this into action as I sub-edit a Sex & the City review for my journalism class. This is certainly a neat and tidy wallop from life telling me to simplify, now isn't it?)

Here are a few words from John Mayer that I think express a little bit what I'm saying...

our love was comfortable and so broken in
she's perfect
so flawless
or so they say

she thinks I can't see the smile that she's faking
and poses for pictures that aren't being taken
I loved you
grey sweatpants
no makeup
so perfect

our love was comfortable and so broken in
she's perfect
so flawless
I'm not impressed
I want you back