My Vicky Life

Wow, thanks, my friend! Maybe I shouldn’t press my luck, but dare I say that if there’s any more peace, love, and Incubus on this blog today I might just have to change my name to Baelyn?! ♥

You are totally correct. Raging mid-life crisis. You’ll find out someday. And even if it weren’t a “crisis,” old doesn’t mean dead. No offense taken, but just for argument’s sake, would you think it immature for your grandfather to pick up a copy of the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue? I’m not sure there’s much difference between that and this blog. No harm in looking. ♥

Older than Brandon Boyd. Younger than Flea.

Oh, goodness, please don’t get me wrong. Granted, I have many hang-ups, but this one is truly not a male/female thing. It’s odd when you become enamored with celebrities, especially those who express themselves artistically. You think you know them, but you really don’t. So this, of course, is total speculation on my part, because I obviously don’t know Brandon Boyd personally, but I think what I find interesting, and what enables me to relate to him more, is that I sense a streak of anger and frustration in his work, even though so much of it is so very positive. If this is indeed true about him, it might speak to what I think you’re also saying, that even those blessed with physical beauty (regardless of gender) face their own particular challenges because of it, or in spite of it, and it doesn’t do anyone any good to be jealous. I do agree with that, and I do appreciate your responses. I hope you don’t mind that I’ve published them rather than answering you privately. It’s an interesting discussion, and I think (or at least I hope) there may be others who find it so as well.

Ah, but I would respectfully suggest that this idea is a whole lot easier to subscribe to when you truly do meet our society’s criteria for beautiful – when you’re thin and blonde and proportional and symmetrical. For the rest of us, it can be a bit more challenging to accept. True, outer beauty can shine less brightly if it isn’t matched by what’s inside, and it’s also true that there are some extraordinary people (such as Baelyn, as you’ve pointed out) who can see beyond a flawed exterior and recognize the beauty within. But unfortunately, those people are few and far between. Those of us who were not gifted with aesthetic beauty know too well that, most of the time, no matter how good our hearts may be, it sure does help if you also have a pretty face.

Exchange of ideas. This is why I love Tumblr.

Having never met her, I can’t say whether I’m fond of her or not. I can only go by what she writes, and based on that alone, all I can say is that I just don’t get her. But everyone is entitled to their ideas and beliefs. Obviously, if she is happy, and if she makes others happy, she must be doing something right.

I’m so glad to hear from you, and was hoping you’d respond. I know how much you admire Baelyn, and that was the very reason I hesitated to blog about her at first. Truly, the last thing I ever want to do is offend anyone, especially since I’m old enough to remember the hard time everyone gave Yoko Ono for being “the girlfriend” back in the day, and how badly we all felt about it later. It all comes out of jealousy, and regret, and you’re right – having to face what is lacking in one’s own life. Obviously, I am struggling with many demons of my own right now, which is the whole point of this blog, frivolous though it may seem most of the time. It’s just that, when you get to this kind of strange place in your life, you start looking at yourself, and at other people, and wondering what makes them happy, and if they know something you can latch onto to make yourself feel better. Sometimes you might find something useful, but other times you catch an idea and consider it for a while, but then you have to toss it back. All I meant to say in my post about Baelyn is that, for me, spirituality is one of those things I always end up tossing back. So many people find so much strength and comfort in it, but it just doesn’t speak to me, and I find it curious that some of the things Brandon Boyd talks about (not all, by any means, but some) speak to me on such a profound level, but I just can’t seem to relate to Baelyn’s take on many things. I certainly meant no disrespect, though, and welcome other views. I’m actually encouraged if anything I write sparks any kind of dialogue. My only regret now is perpetuating the rumor that she is pregnant, because I have absolutely no information on that. I was just repeating something I heard, a mistake I won’t make again.

No idea. It was just a rumor, and I should not have perpetuated it, though it would be sweet if true. And coming from me, that’s saying a lot. If I were queen of the world, I’d probably pass some kind of Draconian edict to try to get people to stop having so many children, but for these two I’d make an exception. Fortunately for everyone else, I’m not queen of the world.