I met the love of my life.

  Panoptimist said:

  kaen said:

you realize she will fuck you over and break your heart right, enjoy the ignorance etc

 

I'm 20.

 

She'll be 22 on Sunday.

 

 

She's been through her fair share of shit. In fact, I don't know the details of most of it and really don't want to at this point.

 

Anyway, my gut says that she's sincere.

 

 

 

 

 

All this is not to say I too haven't had my fun experiences and sexcapades and milfs, fucked up relationships, etc. This really is deep in a way I can't describe.

 

I'm not even going to think so negative. There's no point. We've clicked in a way I can't describe. Besides, according to Sartre's theory of love there's true anguish in the fact that you never do truly possess your significant other in the sense that you no longer perpetually transcend each other towards this love. Essentially what I'm saying is that metaphysics aside I believe this girl to be honest.

Of course shes honest. She wants it as badly as you probably do. That still doesnt mean it will work. That still doesnt mean somebody isnt getting their heart ripped out.

Thats the bad news. The good news is, its worth the risk. Always.

for you my friend

  42Orange said:

  Lascaille said:

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Before 1840, Schumann had written almost exclusively for the piano, but in this one year he wrote 168 songs. 1840 (scholars refer to it as the Liederjahr or "year of the lied") is the most important time in Schumann's musical legacy. He had secretly courted Clara because her father did not accept him as a suitor. They exchanged love letters and rendezvoused in secret. Robert would often wait in a cafe for hours in a nearby city just to see Clara for a few minutes after one of her concerts. After this long courtship, they finally married in 1840, and this great outpour of lieder (vocal songs with piano accompaniment) is directly related to the happiness he felt from finally having his Clara. This is evident in "Widmung", for example, where he uses the melody from Schubert's "Ave Maria" in the postlude- as a means of exalting Clara. Schumann's biographers have attributed the sweetness, the doubt and the despair of these songs to the varying emotions aroused by his love for Clara. Shortly afterward, Schuman stopped hearing from clara and she was no longer returning his texts, Schuman hired private investigators, suspecting foul play, but the investigations bore no fruit. Schuman began to descend into madness shortly after his birthday in 1841 when clara no longer seemed interested in Schuman's sweeping piano pieces. According to his blog at the time, Clara was becoming increasingly distant, leaving the house for extended periods of time, excusing herself to go "hang out with the girls", only to return past curfew. By this time schuman was drinking heavily, and no longer playing his piano, retiring to his quarters in the afternoon to swill mead and rifle through Clara's facebook for answers. On december 25th 1842, Clara texted Schuman that she was breaking up with him for 13 year old stable-boy who would later become the drummer for MGMT. Schuman never touched his piano again and spent the rest of his days in his room drinking and writing harry potter fanfiction. Two years later he was found underneath a poster of emma watson, dead from autoerotic asphyxiation.

the sad thing about the schumann story is that clara was a composer and pianist in her own right, and stopped doing both of those things when she married robert. he forbade her from playing piano while he was working, which was constantly, and gave her (i believe) 8 children to raise in the meantime. she resumed writing after he died and wrote some pretty great stuff. (well, i like it better than her husband's work, anyway)

good luck panoptimist i'm pretty sure 98% of this board wishes a cute girl who listened to IDM would even look at them much less glaghl i'm tired.

fuvk the police and love the commies

I'm digging on this, I think it's exactly what watmm needs to counterbalance the cynicism, and Weed. Enjoy Panoptimist, I've never had the good fortune of making it work with the girl of my dreams.

it took me a couple of tries but i've got my gear set, my girl is something i could never give up or replace. shit is rediculous but i've yet to find anything i'd want even 1/1,000,000 as much as i want her. so best of luck.

i'm also behind this all the way and i'm often guilty of the cynicism lump speaks of...

but i believe in love, and the longevity of it.

the sincere, heartfelt and intelligent way panoptimist tells it gets both thumbs up from me. good luck to you man!

i'm afraid tony danza's similar but oh-so different thread did nothing but bring out the cynic in me.

Good to see some love for some love in here, about time!

in reply to freds outburst.

i think its wrong to say that creativity is gone once you find love. mostly i think its time. i used to spend all weekend in my bedroom working on music. now i spend all weekend with my wife. if i spent all that time liek i used to i could crap out new folders yearly.

i didnt know fred was a published poet

remember your girl fell for you when you were passionate about stuff. to let everything slide for her is letting you both down. (dunno who this is directed at... probably myself)

edit: ps. i'd like to read your poetry please fred.

bandwagon faggots

blandwagon poos

to quote the great northern irish band 'therapy':

happy people have no stories

  keltoi said:

remember your girl fell for you when you were passionate about stuff. to let everything slide for her is letting you both down. (dunno who this is directed at... probably myself)

 

edit: ps. i'd like to read your poetry please fred.

This is too true.

It's all about time. I need some.

  Georges Bataille said:

to quote the great northern irish band 'therapy':

 

happy people have no stories

I've got a long way to go.

oh man therapy were boss!!! i had their logo tippexed all over my school books

fucking rebel i am

weren't they called 'therapy?' yes i think they were