and when Voltaire said that these two things were traps into which humans would regularly fall and holy fuck is that not true.
Okay now in my defense, my love language is words of affirmation, my own daughter once said that I had a weakness for pick-up lines, those corny come-ons that might be cliche but I do not care, yes, tell me that my eyes are glistening pools of wood sap and that I am a magnificent spiritual advisor to the world and I am putty…putty I tell you.
and hope, I am pretty sure that it was my box into which Pandora locked hope away, because no matter how fucking jaded, how aware I am of the evil of the minds of man, I still hope. It remains with me and surfs on my fucking breath.
I don’t have an issue with either of these. I am aware of the fact that each of these both strengthen and weaken me, like most things, flattery and hope can strengthen resolve, be sanctuary for the persecuted, and both can destroy, they can be Trojan Horses past our defenses.
So what’s a gal to do? Know yourself. Understand that flattery isn’t always sincere, but also, fuck, use it? What are you being flattered about? Maybe you need to genuinely take a look at that, see yourself through their eyes. Too many people don’t recognize their worth, don’t see their beauty, don’t know their limits, don’t think that they are smart enough.
Say thank you. Smile. Accept it.
As for hope.
Goonies never say die.