Is there such a thing as 'too straightforward for your own good???'
There seems to exist a disparity between speaking your mind and keeping mum/ being agreeable, at least my fellow confederates say so。 I do ponder time and again about banishing this characteristic which has been too much of a mainstay in my life。 Not that it ever bothered me in my dealings with people at work or in play, but it appears to get in the way of fitting nicely into the grand scheme of things.
There seems to exist a disparity between speaking your mind and keeping mum/ being agreeable, at least my fellow confederates say so。 I do ponder time and again about banishing this characteristic which has been too much of a mainstay in my life。 Not that it ever bothered me in my dealings with people at work or in play, but it appears to get in the way of fitting nicely into the grand scheme of things.
Last night whilst sipping the truth serum called Goose with Jason, Jess and Peach, I let my mind wander and meander until the substance we shared made us speak the same language and discuss the subject at hand。 There is always a risk if one is too open, so I realise how badly the odds are piled against me。 The fear of being too out there is constantly a scary thought for most people, but not for me。 Yet funnily, although I am the honest minority-- I am also the odd woman out. That said, I am too comfortable with honesty. In fact, the only time I will hold back is if the issue is sensitive and the timing is off。 I have a thing about timing, how for one to capitalise on it, one must also properly discern the astuteness of timing。 If there is a nagging iota that bugged me then I would hold off saying my piece de resistance. I know that there are only a few things we musn't be whimsical about. How funny that I still see the world in simplistic terms. Black or White. Yes or No. Live or Die. I have to understand everything before I let my thoughts transmit into words. When there is no obvious option, the best action is non-action. That is the simple formula for me.
Friday was busy, I had a full day at work and oddly during my breaks, I busied myself being everyone's therapist. (Now I realise why therapists are paid so much. It does get debilitating.) Lunch was my first case. My second was via text. And my last was a helluva long tele-con. Different people, different genders-- yet all entangled in the conflicting arms of the hard-hitting emotion called love. It makes me laugh at the sordid irony of it all-- how I, the celestial singleton, am semi-engaged in all of these as a humble observer. Explains why one does not need her own love life to succumb into the arms of flawed love.
Feedback seems to say that I am the tough chick who exudes strength so far removed from all sentimentality. I can always say that nothing could be further from the truth. (Whether or not people believe my saying that is another thing altogether.) Ball-busting wizardry aside, I am foremost, a stalwart of earth-shaking romance. The kind that tugs at your heart and wrings your stomach into knots and knots of what-nots. I do believe it gets harder with maturity, but is by no means impossible. I don't just think that such love exist, I know for a fact that it does. I do know that experience has made me stronger, harder and wiser... bitch all you want cause once a romantic, always a romantic.
Pain is what makes one human, but it is dogged idealism that makes an individual EXTRAaordinary.
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