Friday, 7 October 2011

A Type ?

When you are having the greatest time ever, do you stop and look at everyone and think, is this my life, did I wake up today and plan to be where I am. Most times I know what’s what, and where I’m going, who will be there, it’s the control freak inside me. Sometimes you do the spontaneous thing, jump in your car, drive to a bridge and pretend to pull a titanic move without the jack, or go eat at a dodge Chinese food station. We generally conform to what we like, who we like. All things in life don’t add up to 23, they add up to type.

What is type, what cars we like, food we devour, colours we dabble with, the people we hang with, the shoes I’m wearing? Is everything categorised? Is everything like a world library, arranged by name, style, creed, fashion? How do we mix it up and not stick to the status quo? It’s difficult to break out and do something different. We grew up with a strong hand telling us no and yes, right and wrong, but as we grow up into adults, we find our own paths, we create our own version of a reality untold. Do we really want to be a step ford wife robot doll? The term rebel, someone who gives the finger to the man, does things on his terms, many people in history have been this rebel. Marilyn Monroe, the beautiful curvy lady who came from nothing and no one to become one of the most recognised faces in history, since when did the mistress strike fame and rock the pages and screens of the day. Madonna, the over sexed young girl with cone shaped bras and sex books, coining the taboo crown. A rebel has a voice, and a rebel is a type.

What type are you? What is your type? When you pull up your Calvin Klein’s, then the levy skinny’s and a simple yet colourful t-shirt, who are you? Society and media has created your niche and market focus. We all have place in the world, and we define it through fashion, hair styles, careers, and other people. Have you found yourself type and self type? Still looking, yea they make two of us. What I more interested in is the term ‘opposites attract’, is this fact or like a work of Santa Claus fiction. Taking my own life into account, I know what my type is, tall dark and handsome, yes that describes the old school Hollywood leading man of the 60’s. I like someone with ambition, confidence and a sense of unhindering mystery. Smart, funny and witty. And the end of the day the picture in my head is decide, true and won’t change. Yes, I’m single, but my type is something I won’t waver on. It’s not being fussy, its type choice. You might like blondes with blue eyes and size d breasts, or you may like a short hairy man with a bubble butt and glasses. We all have types.  But how do two different types mingle? Are they like a stiff martini or a jumbled up fish bold. Or in a lot of cases just a quick fix shot glass. To keep someone interested, you must not show all your cards, keep some mystery, makes the next coffee just that little more interesting.

A creative meets the law world. One career is colourful, fast paced and fun, what happens when this meets a fact or fiction, right or wrong, hard, dedicated work. Not saying people are defined by their career, but personalities fit into certain aspects of our life’s and work, to be happy, our jobs must enhance our life’s, as must the people.  But when two opposites come together, it’s hard to establish a middle ground, a centre base to build on. People are complicated as it is, but when there is two, the complications get bigger, and it’s how you deal with the type difference that will decide the outcome of the attraction. The more you get to know one another, you start picking up on the little things that make its priceless and happy when you are together. It’s the times you’re not together when the mind ticks, and you try break apart every aspect of them, this causes insecurity. From the get go, establish whether or not, this is someone you want to engage with, someone you can see yourself spending a lot of time together, if you can’t write a list of the pros and cons, and the cons outweigh the pros, nip it in the bud, and walk away. Maybe they weren’t your type. But I always say learn and try everything, you never know what type can swing and change your perception. 

Risk. What is life if you can’t risk a bit, take a leap of fate, try some sushi, try sky diving, try a pair of skinny’s, sure they might crush your testicles, at least you tried something new. Life is for the living, the now, we make mistakes, we date mistakes, but life is like playing Russian roulette with people in the barrel, you never know what you going to get, so take a spin, take a shot, maybe it’s the last time you will blow the single gun. You never know. In my life, it’s a long shot, but I say why not. Trying a new type… wish me luck.

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