Live, Love, Learn

Some of the most poetic and prophetic things that I've ever heard were echoed along the walls of Da Poetry Lounge- a spoken word venue held every Tuesday night in a playhouse adjacent to Fairfax High School. I started going when I was 17 and stopped going around 21 because like everything good and not well known in L.A., too many people started knowing about it and it became a "hot spot," fully equipped with all the people that go places just to be seen (as if someone's watching them). 

As I attempted to sleep last night, I went back and forth in my mind on ideas for that novel I want to write. I randomly thought about a young girl who read at Da Poetry Lounge once. She came up to the mic and started her piece by saying "don't worry I'm not about to talk about my fucked up relationships." She ended up giving a humorous and enlightening performance that begged the question "Why is it that men are the only thing that women can think about? Whenever we sit down to create and share our emotions it always comes out as a manifesto on why we hate/love, love or a particular guy? Why does our world revolve around them? Why do our greatest emotions always somehow link to them? You'd think we'd have more to say."

Because I'm a very scattered thinker, another almost forgotten quote linked immediately: 

"Men love to live; women live to love" 

 

In thinking about these two loosely related thoughts I've come to the conclusion that whatever I do decide to write about- I resolve that it won't be centered around men and shattered relationships (or even good relationships). I'm capable of thinking and feeling things not related to men, so why not show it? 

::sigh::

But all this revelation still leaves me with the same nagging issue: What the hell am I going to write about? 

Feel free to pass on any ideas.