Feb 4 2014, 11:09am
On introversion and beauty
I can't even imagine what I would do if I ran into Lee Pace himself. I've got such a horrible crush on him by this time I don't think I could even look him in the eye much less breathe or talk! Then if he smiled at me with that gorgeous, hunky, sweet, smile of his, I'd probably pass out entirely! Why does shyness/introversion have to be so frustrating?! And why does Lee Pace have to be so dang cute that I wouldn't even be able to look at him much less talk to him? Gaaaa!______________________________________
It's like a deer in the headlights moment. Dazzled by the shining charism, and also the unexpectedness of it. Do some of us simply have the kind of brains that switch off in the presence of beauty?
It is quite a wonderful thing, I think, to be suddenly 'arrested', taken out of oneself, by a sudden and astonishing landscape that you see when you round a corner. Or the iridescant blue of a flower by the roadside, or the pattern of long grass rippling in the wind, or the contrast of bright green moss against bright red brick. You forget where you're at, for the moment, and move into this headspace, where the logical left brain is superceded by our right brain (if my knowledge of this serves me correctly). This particularly happens for creative people I think, or types who appreciate art. (eg Thralls)
I'm sure the same can happen when encountering human beauty, and physically rendering one speechless as the right brain takes over.
Or the hormones.
'O' is very useful. You use it when you say... "Oscar's only ostrich oiled an orange owl today."
(This post was edited by Kerewyn on Feb 4 2014, 11:10am)