September 29, 2004

Why We Judge

I have such poor vision I can date anybody.
Garry Shandling (1949 - )

I'm wearing loose soft khaki colored corduroys, a close fitting bold yellow v-neck shirt, silver earrings, brown shoes, a silver knotted necklace, and my hair is pulled back into a twist with a brown clip. I am not trying to make you horny, but you must have some kind of opinion about what my deal is. I'll take you further; I live in a single in the Lodge, my roommates are Tiffany, Athena, Cara, Nikki, and Monica. If you know anything about them I bet you've got yet another opinion formed.
Why the heck do you care? You probably don't. However, if you've read this far, you must have some kind of opinion about me, even if it is "shut the hell up, you aren't making a point." I realized in the midst of closely paying attention to the information I'm supposed to be learning in Spanish class that the people in that class probably think I'm the flattest person ever.
I've based this on how I've judged them. For example, kid-sitting-next-to-me-whose-name-I-couldn't-tell-you-if-my-life-depended-on-it dresses casually, hates the class, wants to know what the professor said in English, and doesn't associate to closely with anyone in the class. My judgement: he is in the class in order to get credit for it, he doesn't care much about his grades, probably has a close-knit group of friends that doesn't really welcome anyone, and is confident that he looks good enough to dress in a way that doesn't always show it off.
Everyone says that you can't really judge a person based on what they look like; you have to listen to what is inside. Well news flash, NO ONE DOES THAT! You are going to be judged based on what you look like, who you associate with and how closely, how you wear your clothing and just what that clothing is. There isn't really a solution for this mess of a problem that we get ourselves into all the time. It just emphasizes how important those stupid little decisions we make about the facade everyone sees us under at one glance are. Way to be American.

Posted by Diana Geleskie at 10:08 AM | Comments (1)

September 8, 2004

An Attempt at Poetry

Someone's boring me. I think it's me.
Dylan Thomas (1914 - 1953)

I'm in English. Creative writing in fact. You'd think by these two simple factors that I love poetry, right? Wrong. I enjoy reading poetry, but I don't go out of my way to do so.
In the spirit of becoming a well-rounded individual (even though it was required - I enjoyed it anyway) I altered Guster's "Either Way" into a poem.


Cross every eye in your double-locked grip.
Leave Janus in his merriment
to guard each motive.
If I didn't know, I'd say you're on a power trip.

Your truth lies in an internal crypt.
Only occasionally does it leave a dent
while you live,
just like a faucet drip.

You force me to wait for a sip
of poison filled with its intoxicating scent.
I've stayed before. My votive
candle has burned to its lip.

I know what you meant.
Was there an alternative?


Okay. I'd like to hear what anyone thinks, mainly because I'm not sure if I like it. So tell me you hate it, I don't care, so long as you tell me why. I want to get better!

Posted by Diana Geleskie at 3:24 PM | Comments (5)