Be Gentle with Me.

There is one show on television that I am completely in love with: Work of Art, on BravoTV. Unlike Top Chef, it allows the viewer to judge for themselves the quality of the work, and involves the personalities of the contestants much more than any other show of the kind, really. Their personalities dictate how they will do in the competition, and it makes it much more personal for the viewer when someone wins or loses.

Also I am finding myself caught by the art world. Is it a practical world? Possibly. Life would be bland without the energy from artistic outlets. Is it a dangerous world? Certainly. Art reveals as much about the viewer as it does the artist.

There are so many things, in fact, that are catching me. Internship, friendship, this new awareness of God, the world that I am a part of, people in general, music and getting lost in it, clothes and fashion, and love.

Oh yes. I love this love I am gaining for people in my life. I am finding that it means going beyond myself, being courageous enough to say difficult things, and doing what is best for the whole.

Love is very practical, when one thinks about it, but not completely. If it were completely practical, one wouldn't be spun in circles by a single glance or stunned when given the chance to speak. It's practical and partially predictable, but so pleasant that it seems like a luxury instead of a necessity.

Well. There are many lyrics about love. That is a gross understatement. I like this one, though, at the moment.


Staring up into the solar system,
All the stars are fixed up in the sky.
I just want to sparkle for a moment
Before I just fizzle out and die.

I'm happy because I'm stupid.
Scared of spiders, scared of flying.
If I wasn't so happy,
I wouldn't be so scared of dying.

So just be gentle with me
(I'm not as young as I was)
And I'll be gentle with you
I'm not as brave as I thought'
Cause my heart gets broken so easily.
So just be gentle, be gentle with me.

Wide awake, waiting like a target
Listening for things I cannot see.
Insects flutter up against my window.
I don't like the way they look at me.

I guess I've always needed
To be needed by someone.
It's a comforting feeling
Being under someone's thumb.

So just be gentle with me
(And if I am ever mean)
And I'll be gentle with you
I never mean to be mean
'Cause I want to pick peaches off of a cherry tree.
Just be gentle, be gentle, be gentle,
Be gentle with me.
So just be gentle with me
Trouble is sometimes
And I'll be gentle with you

I just can't switch myself off
When I want to so I never do
Because I'm mental, be gentle, be gentle,
Just be gentle, be gentle, be gentle
And I'll be gentle, be gentle, be gentle,
Be gentle with you.