Fear & Love

I want you to
touch me
in places untouched by another
but
I am afraid

I want you to
kiss me
where eyes have not gone
but
I am afraid

I want you to
free me
from my own restraints on love
but
I am afraid

I want you to
love me
as if you would never harm me
but
I am afraid

I want to forget
the fear
so I can love you
but
I am afraid

And
I remain afraid
to let you
love me
let me
love you

Valentine's Day

Hmmm....V-day has to be the funniest holiday out of them all. The way people get so sad over one day amazes me. It is not like this day doesn't come around every year, but people continuously get sad, or cranky, or plain mad that they so happen to be alone on this one of 365 days out of the year. Do you complain about being alone any other day in the year? Then why cry about this one?

I have heard such angry comments about choking St. Valentine to Yay to this monetary holiday. If you don't believe in it that's fine. I believe that the only day that I require or expect my significant other to go above and beyond for me would be my Birthday because that is the only day that is dedicated to me. Yea I would love to be showered with love and affection on V-day, but you can do that by renting my fav movie, cooking my fav meal with my fav dessert, and cuddling up next to me on the couch. Just showing me you care is enough.

I feel as if only the angry, bitter, lonely people make a big deal about what others decide to do on this day because they wish someone could be doing it for them. Oh well, get over it. This day is only 24 hours in a sea of 24 hour days. In 30 minutes this day will be over, but will you be happier or sadder when you realize that you are still single the next day?

Book #2

If you ever wanted to know about a culture other than your own, specifically the Irish Catholic culture, this is the book you should read. It is creatively written as if the author Frank McCourt had been writing his story since the age of four. By him writing it like that, I felt as if he was personally telling me his story. The memoir chronicles his life from his early years in America, his time after his family moved back to Ireland, to when he finally returned to America.

I must warn that this is not a book that disclaims any stereotypes. McCourt's own life is a perfect example of any stereotype there is about Irish Catholics. His father is a drunk who was forced to marry his mother after he got her pregnant, and his mother cannot stop having children although her husband can't obviously stay sober longer enough to support his family.

Angela's Ashes is a sad and tragic memoir that will make you want to do everything from adopting a Irish child to advocating that all pubs be abolished in Ireland.