One of the very MANY weaknesses I have. But I’m not talking about when I cry myself (although that is also apart of my weakness). I mean when another person cries. You see them, vulnerable, with tears streaming down their face; beathing heavily because of the excessive hiccups they recieve when crying too hard. It’s hard to comfort a person you care about. You don’t know what to say and if it’s the right thing, you try to say the right thing but you think for so long that you just decide to stay silent. I get extremely nervous when situtations like that happen. My teeth chatter, heart races, and legs shake uncontrollably. I simply can’t handle the responsibility of helping a person feel better.
I want to feel it,
the breathtaking certainty,
that comes when you’re loved.
“I’ll never forget the day Marilyn and I were walking around New York City, just having a stroll on a nice day. She loved New York because no one bothered her there like they did in Hollywood, she could put on her plain-jane clothes and no one would notice her. She loved that. So as we we’re walking down Broadway, she turns to me and says ‘Do you want to see me become her?’ I didn’t know what she meant but I just said ‘Yes’- and then I saw it. I don’t know how to explain what she did because it was so very subtle, but she turned something on within herself that was almost like magic. And suddenly cars were slowing and people were turning their heads and stopping to stare. They were recognizing that this was Marilyn Monroe as if she pulled off a mask or something, even though a second ago nobody noticed her. I had never seen anything like it before.” - Amy Greene, wife of Marilyn’s personal photographer Milton Greene
I’ve always wanted to befriend a writer. I just feel like they have a better outlook on life. Then again I could be wrong, but that just further encourages me to pursue my goal of befriending an author. So if theres any authors out there, lets be friends.
This is difficult to do—it is difficult to remember that people with lives different and distant from your own even celebrate birthdays, let alone with gifts of graffitied plywood. You will always be stuck inside of your body, with your consciousness, seeing through the world through your own eyes, but the gift and challenge of your education is to see others as they see themselves, to grapple with this mean and crazy and beautiful world in all its baffling complexity. We haven’t left you with the easiest path, I know, but I have every confidence in you, and I wish you a very happy graduation, despite the circumstances.
couldn’t fall in love with anyone else