Oh to know what to write of. All I know is that I long for an intelligent woman, since the world is so greatly humored with dumb ones and a vulnerable man. Ahh, how could one not love a vulnerable man, or perhaps all men are vulnerable once they fall in love or think it so. Perhaps they shield themselves more once they fall in love, trying to avoid it. It's different in every man, I'm sure, but who knows. They all fall under some sort of man category as do women in their eyes as well. I wonder how men think of women. I think of men as generally aggressive beings who meditate to much on what their appearance is of in their friend's eyes.
I suppose they think of woman as suducing vipers set on making the opposite sex deathly miserable. Or perhaps they think kindly of us. Perhaps they think we are ever lovely women who think and act and... well, no, probably not. Hmm. I wish I knew. It'd making writing so much easier, but with my extremely limited experience with men I cannot know. I had two boys like me, but I blew it up in my naive years.
Was that why they liked me? It goes back to my original topic of the world enriching themselves with the slightness of women. But I know more now. When I was able to think better I realized how.. I don't know- dumb, I suppose I was. Ho hum, it's kind of a gift, if you think about it. To be naive, I mean. Not much troubles you since nothing erupt the bubble that encircles you. But when you've got a mind, you see the troubles of the world. And when you do have a mind, how can you trust anyone(?!), especially in this day and age. With the crime out everywhere.
That's probably why all the movies dated early are the best. Love comes easier and larger. If I could only wish for such a happiness to come onto me, I might die for the world. A love like Mr.Darcy and Miss Bennet, my most recent obsession. And Mr.Dah-cy is so incredibly gorgeous, I would have fallen much sooner then Miss Bennet, no doubt. My will is not so strong I think. Oh, it's everyone's wish, though. And if I end up with a hopeless romantic like myself, then we would suit each other very well. Hm, he'd be my Mr. Darcy and if he were just as hairy I would not mind in the least, though I suppose if I accidentally called him the name of my fantasy husband I'm sure he would not be pleased. But then he'd do it too! And I'd stomp around for an hour, then forgive him without the blink of an eye! Hm, I'm too forgiving, it seems. Oh well. That's what my hubby would like about me.
Shoot, I fell off track. I try and think of some storyline and I get stuck with nothing. I shall start on my character's since it is often said to help bring a story together. Setting... a Mideaval village. Yes, one I shall make up. With parties!! Balls!! Yes, yes. So our leading man.. I want our leading lady to dislike him at first so maybe I should start with her. It's be easier.
She needs and interesting, but intelligent name. Isabella? No.. uhm.. How does Getrude sound? Definitely the prettiest name I've ever heard. Nono, let me think seriously hear. I did meet an old woman today by the name of Luella. Well, at least it's pronounced loo-ella so I don't know how it's spelled. And she asked me to call her Lu. Mmm, no, that won't work. Not fond of L's too much anyway.
Perhaps Winifred. But it sounds to innocent, however pretty the name is. Perhaps Mariah, but of course I joke. Nono, I need to change this. It's too much like P&P. Ugh, I'm at a loss. I shall put an end to it, and as soon as my head hits my pillow the idea shall come to me.
