Wanting what's not good for me

Why do I consciously want something which is not good for me? Knowing that it is not suitable, but still desiring it? Knowing that if I get it, I will not be satisfied, nor ultimately happy, perhaps even struggling. But still desiring it for the short-term joy, trying to push the long-term into the background.

Oh, god, how I just hate knowing stuff.

The one that makes you laugh

"There is so many god damn gorgeous women out there in the city...
but the thing is this...
after a while you just wanna be with the one that makes you laugh.
You know what I mean?"

[Sex and the City, Season1 Episode 2]

Black and/in White

Je lehká vůně listí
Podzim vzduch je čistý
Kolem procházíš
V okně sedí dítě
Hraje cizí příběh
To zpátky nevrátíš
Jsi jiná než si chtěla
Co šlo to jsi měla
Co teď uděláš?
Už tančí mušky zlaté
Jen někdy štěstí má tě
Možná že to víš
Pálí oheň mráz
Vedle slunce stín
V jednu chvíli
Špatná dobrá zlá
Všechno najednou
Černá v bílý
Mám to před sebou

Pomalu mě míjíš
Nevím jestli vidíš
Že tu stojím sám

Kde jsi pořád byla
Ty holko černá bílá
Asi tě v srdci mám

Pálí oheň mráz
Vedle slunce stín
V jednu chvíli
Špatná dobrá zlá
Všechno najednou
Černá v bílý
Mám to před sebou
(Kollerband - Lehká)

I dont give A...

Not that I wouldn't,
but it is the freedom, the pleasure from purity. When you are thousand meters above the sea level, sitting on a pebble that just got stuck in between two stone walls. And there is nothing bellow, nothing but the fresh breeze and never-ending void.

I have these flashbacks of her scent freeing my soul. Sniffing the air for traces of freedom. Maintaining my integrity has never been that easy, but I give in to the sweet lust of the sight.

Yuri Orlov says:

"The problem with dating dream girls is that they have a tendency to become real."

I'd add that its a trade-off. One has to choose. Do you want a dream or do you want a reality?
I'd go for the reality, if the dream girl happens to be a sexy brunette...