I don’t believe in hiding the sordid details of your past from someone, either. Everyone I’ve been in a relationship with has had my sexual history thrown at them from the start. The way I see it, if you can’t be honest with someone you think you want to have a relationship with, then either you’re not an honest person or that relationship just isn’t worth it.
Sometimes we can’t see the forest for the trees. We keep looking for something we already have, and we overlook the important things. Take a step back and look at your life, sometimes. You’ll be surprised at how many things you thought you needed, or wanted, that you already have.
Interpersonal relationships of all types are idiosyncratic risks that most people go into with some idealism of how everything is and should be because that’s what they’ve learned from the things they’ve been exposed to. But life isn’t a harlequin romance novel. Boy doesn’t get girl just because he saves the day, and girl doesn’t get boy just because she believes fits the mold of what he wants. If life worked that way, then the Nice Guy/Gal personality types wouldn’t be so problematic and I wouldn’t be able to make thinly veiled social commentary via crass knotting jokes.
You know, one of my biggest peeves with the newer generations and how they deal with their “drama” is their insistence on passive aggressive behavior. I read so many facebook status updates where someone makes some type of a remark regarding what someone else may,
Vicarious is a word you really don’t hear too often so I’ll go over it real quick, the context I’m using it in is this: Felt or enjoyed through imagined participation in the experience of others. Basically, feeling like you’re experiencing something someone else has
My full life story is written in the footnotes of the experience of other people. My human experience is, like most often are, reliant on the human experiences of others. As people trudged their ways through the ho-hum of their daily lives I was sometimes