on feelings

It's a sad way to live, not being honest to anyone, yourself included. Some people claim not to have a choice. They do. Choice is all they have. It's so damn ridiculous that people won't allow themselves happiness; they've been conditioned to despise it, to think they are not worthy, to bask in the glory of self denial--of sacrifice, not of interpersonal associations and actions but of their honesty, integrity and self. And for what? Because it is a sin to want? Because it is immoral to seek anything for one's self? Because one is not worthy of happiness? The only people truly not worthy of happiness are the people that believe they are truly not worthy of happiness. Personal desires are an end. One's mind is the means to that end. For god's sake, be happy. (That's a command.) Be happy. Be happy. Deserve it.


If it is a sin to place personal satisfaction above societal needs, religious dogma and self denial, then I hope to burn for eternity in the deepest pit of hell and personally greet the Prince of "Darkness" with a firm handshake and pat on the back.


"I'm sure you've seen those photo mosaic posters consisting of thousands of tiny photos that form a larger picture if you stand back. I like to think (or hope (I suppose)) that male/female communication is similar to that concept. Each sex is standing so damn close to the mosaic, focusing intently on the little pictures that make very little cohesive sense, that they forget to step back and notice how the little pictures form something far more important, something you see without having to know every tiny picture, something that makes you say, 'Whoa, that’s neat.'

What that 'important' 'thing' might be, on the other hand, is an entirely different analogy."

a comment in response to this post by George


"I just feel like men and women are communicating in completely different languages, and I don't know how to translate."

Don't try to learn the specifics of the language(s). Instead, try to understand the ways in which men and women communicate. If you can understand the methodology, you can pick up the lingo along the way.

Be blatant. Risk exists, but if two people are the truest of friends, in terms yet to be defined, then the risk should effecitively be minimized to a negligable amount. Right?




Better to have loved and been loved and lost than never to have read Shakespeare. Or lost.