Illiterations: Laughing At My Own Expense

Almost all the time, we function together and interact together so smoothly we are seamless. We get each other. We finish each other's sentences. Smooth as silk. I don't love the moments when we are suddenly out of step with each other. Those are monumental moments. They always are every time. But I have learned that the pain of those moments --which is like giving birth, it is often so difficult--leads us to a new plateau. It never fails. The most monumental and most painful moments between us seem to lead us to even deeper closeness after we process the moment and move forward. And after each of those instances which are not common but also not non-existent, we have these absolutely blissful weeks of synchronicity and finishing each other's sentences and inside jokes that transcend previous versions of the same. I love it; I love all of it.  I understand that this is what it feels like to fall in love and become one with the person that you love. It's been so long sin...

These days, I occasionally catch myself remembering people who once were very central to my life but now are gone.  I can't think of even one that I miss anymore--if I ever did.  Some of them ducked out unexpectedly, over something so tiny I couldn't even identify a real reason.  Others left in a storm of disagreement.  Although, I'll say, the ones in the second category are rare.  I don't like drama, and don't seek it, and I don't like to fight.  I may be musing over these thoughts because July 4th is only a few days away, and it's the first really big holiday of the year (you know, the type where the entire country is kicking back and eating and drinking and NOBODY is at work).  On such holidays, as somebody who's spent so much of her life single, I consider who I'll be spending time with, and what I might be doing, if anything.  Holidays can be really quiet for single people.  I know my man will be out rescuing wildlife, or, perhaps, poppi...

I'm probably dating myself, but do you remember Superman before all the superheroes, and Superman's alter-ego Clark Kent? Clark had a love interest. It was Lois Lane. And he never fully told her everything he was doing. He always kept his secret even from her. She loved him and somewhere deep down he loved her. But he was afraid to reveal his deepest self and his truest truths to her. His secret was that he was Superman, and he was vulnerable in certain ways. He feared sharing his truth would also reveal his vulnerabilities and even though he loved her he still kept some distance by way of not disclosing who his alter-ego was. Sometimes I feel a little bit like Lois Lane. I know who his version of his Super-self is. He is not required to hide his true superhero alter-ego from the world. So, fortunately I suppose, his alter-ego and he are one and the same. Also, sweetly, I know his vulnerabilities. Perhaps not all of them. But I know many, and I know where his pain lies. But unl...

It hurts him that you say he's a player. To him, that is an insult. I understand why you might think he is. It took me a while to understand him.  Very few people get to see the private side of him. Even people who have known him for years get the public guy; the version of himself that he has built over decades. He is a charismatic man.  He has appeal for almost everybody, and his quiet, funny, occasionally off-color banter is definitely appealing to women. And he has many women around him. They're his groupies; friends on Facebook who've never met him but adore him, nonetheless. It's so apparent that I often tease him about it, in fact. His groupies. That's exactly what they are. And I can understand that you see all this, and you think that he would leverage it to his benefit. You've known him for some years, I think. Longer than I have, I know.  But I know who he is behind closed doors. I know of the things that even he doesn't admit are his insecurities...

  I found a little colt; wild, handsome, solid, true. I brought him home thinking I would just get to know him; suddenly he was in my blood. I'd feed him sugar cubes and get him to trust me; he would until I asserted my own will. Then off he ran tail flagging to the farthest reaches of my acres. He'd wander back looking for that sugar;  knowing I loved him; not wanting to yield. I found a man who matched me--not an easy thing. I brought him home thinking I would just get to know him; suddenly he was in my blood. I gave him all my sweetness, and I hoped he trusted me. But I asked and asked and asked one more time. Away he flew and I thought we were done. But he wandered back looking for that same sweetness. He wanted that sweetness but feared it made him weak. With the colt I take my time. We take forward steps then we take a couple of steps back. With the man I also take my time. I know now two wills, one relationship, means compromise. That little horse, it came time to ride ...

No Amount of Bullshit  

I might have believed that my entire friend group suffered suddenly from mass hysteria. I really might have. I mean after all, the term that psychologists refer to as "groupthink" is a documented phenomenon that can occur in some groups of people over time and with influence. And equally documented are the instances when groupthink has accounted for irrational and even devastating and murderous consequences in groups. But what if what happened wasn't exactly groupthink? What if it was a case of mean girls and weak followers? Well, just as there is a sociological and psychological thread of studies for the groupthink paradigm there is also a well-studied and defined understanding in the psychological profession for the "mean girl" phenomenon. And here is what is said by professionals regarding the "mean girl" phenomenon. "The "mean girl" phenomenon, characterized by relational aggression and bullying behaviors, can manifest in adult frien...