June 18, 2008 at 4:05 am (honored guests)
Tags: destruction, honesty, lies, misery, truth
Thanks to my guest blogger of the day, the incomparable Curious Girl.
She says:
at the sufferance of others do people find joy…and why?…aneris and i have discussed this warped sense of satisfaction that can be found only through the fall of another…
years ago it was that type of slapstick comedy that had people in stitches…the three stooges were notorious for making so many laugh because something fell on someone or because someone hurt someone else…sarcastic visual humor…
the whole banana-slipping style of entertainment exists today in even the programs of young children…we are raising children who laugh at the expense of others…and we wonder at the lack of compassion in young adults who move through life filled with a ridiculous sense of entitlement…
we encourage deceit and find humor in another’s pain…have we lost so much of our humanity that we are willing to put someone on the spit simply because we can?
fiona apple once sang “i’ve been careless with a delicate man…and it’s a sad, sad world when a girl will break a boy just because she can”…is that true?…do women (or men for that matter) tear apart another simply because they can?….
the favorite character in any book, show, or movie is always the devious one, thwarting the lives of others…
aneris said to me i want you tell me why people think it is okay for me to lie to lhs…lies are not good to a genuine man…especially a wounded man”
my answer to her was this: “it makes others feel better to watch others suffer”…for in awareness of another’s misery are we less aware of our own…
cg
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June 10, 2008 at 7:36 pm (interior, sublime)
Tags: care, love, truth
Panther, I think of you as I write this.
I am often confused when I work out the details of my thingy with LHS. I do not know what and when and why things will happen-but they do.
Do I like it that way? Yes, I do. Part of his charm for me is that it is always a crapshoot, a guess, a chance for a party.
You love I love a party…
However, the rolllercoaster of love has to slow down, stop and get fuel, before it rockets back off to the sky.
That is when I stand face-to-face with him. I see his flaws, foibles, his stubborn insistences that X is always X , no matter what I say.
I also see his strength, his kindness, his loving heart and his uncanny ability to not sweat the details. He is laidback in a way I never will be able to embrace within myself.
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June 7, 2008 at 7:55 am (anodyne, interior)
Tags: truth, lies, grief, joy, facade, persona
To answer Mnwhr, in a roundabout way:
You asked if I was willing to wear the facade, if I could fake it.
I have to do more than that, I must become it. Or be on constant guard that my slip will show. Pun intended.
Men do not often know the inner world of women. Nor do I think most care. But why should they? As long as the gears are greased and production is smooth, no need to check the machinery.
I do not have the huge emotional reserves needed to carry on such a lie. I know that I need someone to care about me, but it is not particular. I would be silly to think that only one person can call 911, wipe my tears or bring me a bowl of soup. Any person of goodwill can (and will) surely aid me. Extend it to love-not only are there all kinds of love, but there is always a chance to love, even after the worst heartbreak.
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April 11, 2008 at 1:58 am (anodyne, sublime)
Tags: choice, no, truth, yes
LHS told me something the other day.
He had broken up with the love of his life about 6 months ago. She called to say a few things.
With one eyebrow raised, I listened. I heard his bruised ego and his last bit of love for her.
After I made my nice and supportive comments, I asked him what was the purpose of telling me what happened.
He said that he wants me to know what is on his mind.
I asked if that changed anything.
He said it did not.
I paused, waiting. So did he.
With a soft sigh, I asked him what did he want to do now.
His smiling voice caressed my cheek, as he told me.
We will see.
I prefer for us to “do”, however.
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