Once upon a time I would pretend to be more analog, to control my feelings and emotions. I learned that it was more pleasing to others if I were a less high-maintenance type of creature than what I actually was—a deeply sensitive, highly intuitive, expressive and feeling person.
The way I see it, relationships have officially become part of our disposable culture: Like diapers, we toss marriages, engagements, friendships, business partnerships, boyfriends, girlfriends, mothers, fathers, children—I’ve even seen grandmas cut off all ties with their shnuggly little grandbabies. Poof, wad ‘em up, toss ‘em, they are…GONE.
You no longer have to prove anything to anyone in order to love or be loved. The only thing you have to do is fall in love with yourself and then serendipitously collide and choose with whom who you would like to reveal yourself to in this field of Love!
Family & Relationships
Bring me the drama, I like the bad boys and the tortured souls, it’s so much more interesting and fun. Maybe…temporarily. I would argue that in the long run, it’s depleting and soul-sucking, and often proves to be dangerous.