So, a number of things strike me as interesting tonight. I am going to try to put out a clear, concise post, but I know that I have no business doing so at this hour. Pardon my ramblings.
First, I realized that people are messed up. I say that because I fail to fathom how someone can say that they want to be friends, and then cut ties because they cannot have your undivided, devoted attention every minute you are around. Call it obsessive, call me an ass, but I am not a one-person man. I have many friends, and I try to share time with all of them, as best I can. Sometimes, too, I have needs, and I need to talk with a specific person about something -- even though another good friend may be on. Obsessive people confound me, and I was face-to-face with a freak tonight. Honesty does not mean telling everything, every time. Honesty is being honest about the things you are saying, and not deceiving someone by withholding important information. During the initial stages of friendship, it is reasonable that some things may not be out in the open -- deal with it. We all do it, and there is nothing wrong with taking time to develop a friendship. Sometimes, along the way, we find that someone we thought we could be friends with we cannot. In those cases, do you
really want someone knowing all your dirty laundry?
I also came to a new acceptance this week that, when you care about someone, you have to let them go. You have to let them go, and if they return of their own volition, then they are yours. If they do not, then it was not meant to be. I am not necessarily talking about love -- it can apply to friendship too. I am finding myself challenged daily with this situation, finding that I have to have faith, and let go, if I want to have any sort of deep friendship with some people. It is a dangerous game to play, especially when you find yourself becoming emotionally invested. It is also hard to do, because when you are happy and enjoying yourself, you want nothing more than to have more of that addictive drug "happiness". But the sad truth is, to get what you really want, you need to be patient, persevere, and hope that things work out the way you want.
I have loved twice and lost. I have married once, to a woman that I might have loved, but cannot recall due to the bitterness we both now have. I am hoping that the next time around, things work out differently. I am trying to take a different approach to life, trying very hard to be patient and persevere -- not my strong suits in my personal life. So far, I am more calm and happy than I have been in the past, but I still feel those jerks in me that say, "wake up, chase after what you want, no holds barred". I know that will not succeed, and so I usually am able to contain myself, but it is still hard.
I am ending my day talking with a new friend from Australia. What an interesting conversation it is. We are discussing friendship, love, and wandering the countryside in terms of how we handle our relationships with others. It is odd to me, though, that I, who am highly messed up, have a clearer understanding of who I am, where I am going, and who I want to be, than people who are more stable emotionally and mentally than I am. It may be a crisis of identity -- we all go through it at some point. I find that I am very comfortable embracing the identity that I have developed, even if it is not always the behavior I would like to display. The true irony of the conversation, though, is the things she loves about her friendship with one person equally apply to us, but she is unaware of that fact, as if blinded by the newness. What irony is that?
So, I go to sleep, continuing to ponder. Where is it we are all going, and why is it that we have so much trouble relating to each other? There is a whole series of posts to be made on that topic, but I have to say, we are very distrustful beings sometimes. A little love would do the world good.
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