Cliché

Even though this topic is so cliche that it couldn't be more trite than a hackneyed phrase, I'm going to write about it as long as I need to. [Yes, I'm that selfish]
And most of all I hate feeling like that. `that` = is equal to `love anxiety`, or more likely those little "obsessions" I experience sometimes. I have this bad habit of trying to`possess` things, which cannot be owned by anyone, for they're human beings. I let my mind dwell on something, and in my mind I can pretend to be happy, but sooner or later - I have to confront the facts of life - I can't have what I want; doesn't matter how much I yearn for it. The question is: 'Should you let go and show that you're strong enough to cease pursuing your 'unreachable goal', or too weak to do otherwise?'
I know this is of no use for anyone but me, so I'll post some funny pictures. (due to the low self-esteem of that post. how ironic, really.)

Science doesn't know everything.

I like psychology, because it helps us understand people. Sometimes I just sit somewhere and watch how people pass by, analyzing them. I don’t think they can be understood though.
There’s always a little mystery behind every honest person, a lie – behind every happy one; always a little hope in the wistful eyes, and a little sorrow in every lover’s glimpse, searching for their other half.

Another sleepless night

Art. It is beautiful..
Beautiful… And what is beauty? There isn’t a precise definition and it will be accurate if I agree that it is a relative term. We see the world through our eyes, thus it is different for everyone. Actually, we don’t see the world – we see its reflection in our minds. Picture yourself in a car, maybe waiting for something, because the engine is off. Its dark and it’s raining outside. You can see the traffic lights. It displays a green light, which is refracted by many different-shaped raindrops on the side window. Those raindrops reflect some parts of the light, not the whole of it, changing it somehow. Those raindrops are our thoughts, feelings, impressions and they change the image of the world we think we live in.

Lovesick

Being lovesick is a bad thing. It makes our minds relate almost everything to the person who broke our heart. It consumes a lot of energy, and kills the chance of having any good ideas, which are not associated with that one person in some way.
In other words: Being lovesick sucks. Besides, there are more important things than that. [than having a fulfilling relationship with somebody, i don't say it's not important, i said it's not the most important thing, don't put words in my mouth young man/woman!]
Love sickness is (metaphorical) like when you haven't slept for days and you're used to the exhaustion and don't even pay attention to anything else, you only want one thing - to get some sleep - your whole being is begging for that, so the tiredness could go away, and you could return to your normal function; but you can't sleep now because the cops have arrested you for molesting children, first: luring them into your red candyvan, then seducing them with chocolates; moreover, sleeping in the questioning rooms has never been comfortable.

That's how lovesick people feel. Er, maybe except the last part.

Society

Society. One will always feel smothered by the pressure that our society does. Pressure how? The "unwritten laws" are the main reason people can't be themselves in public and around others, they don't know well. Imagine if everything was acceptable and people did whatever they want. Not a brilliant idea, because I might have an urge to take my clothes off and shout in the middle of the town square. Not a nice view. [Even though I'm sure there IS a law, which doesn't let me do that, and thanks God.]
These unwritten laws affect the way we act at some point. Do we like what we like; or what we are told to? When you see a stranger, dressed in unusual clothes, do you ever stare at them or pass a glance? What is unacceptable? It really depends on the people around you. We hang out with people with similar interests, ideas, etc. to ours; or simply - people, with whom we have something in common. The problem is we can never find someone exactly like us, and that's why we can't indulge ourselves with acting the way we want to. Because we want to be a part of some group. For example, having fun for me, might seem to you like a boorish behaviour. (e.g. you don't like running around naked, I still don't know why.)
How to be a part of any group of people? Just look for people who are, more or less, like you and who don't mind the differences between people. (Even though one will always try to make the other more like them.)
Here comes society. You, and maybe your group, can feel comfortable or not with being a part of it. Each country has different morals and principles, thus you can either fit or not.
What happens when you don't fit? You have two choices: a) Care; b) Do not care. If you care, you try your best to adopt others' behaviour and then you feel bad. If you don't - good for you.
And what if we live in a sick society, with twisted ideals and superficial ideology? We kill the jews. (Joking, of course.) It was a rhetorical question, because I haven't found an answer yet. Who do we blame for all of this? The media, the politicians, the economy?
I don't have the right to judge anyone, I'm just questioning myself. [Oh, I'm so cliche.]
I hope to find my answer, sooner or later.

The Story of a drawing.

I like drawing. I don't do it that often, more likely, from time to time. And I admit I'm not really good at it [not that good at all].

In my opinion, the most interesting part of a drawing is its idea and meaning, if it has any.

Understanding any piece of art is the same as understanding the person whom it belongs to. Or, at least, a part of them, which they expressed throught their picture/song, poem, etc.

So, today I was drawing a flower. "Let's draw a flower!". But it looked to me like a nose, so I changed it to a human face. Then "Why don't I make her with her eyes closed?". Well, she looked unhappy "Oh, my, she's crying!" *drawing a tear, then some random circles*. "Oh, these circles look like bubbles! So she's in a lake or something.".. Then suddenly I realized: "O My God! She's crying, because she's drowning!". I felt the urge to draw a hand, so I did. And, last, but not least, i drew a heart-shaped necklace (it belongs to the drowning girl. I erased it afterwards, but never mind). And I finally got it: Girl A (the drowning girl) and girl B, which hand i just drew, were fighting over a boy, because girl A slept with girl B's boyfriend, and girl B wanted girl A to drown. (Still not confused?) Art is so complicated. :(

My point is that the story behind the artwork is the most interesting thing. The plot. The idea. Why did he/she did so and so? Maybe it means something, it's not just random combination of colours, words or notes or whatever. Or maybe it is, but there is always more than one possibility.

Just my thoughts. (: