Honesty...

'Honesty' is like that handmade sweater your grandmother gives you. Good for one or two social occasions, but never in moments where success is essential.

Fever Solace...

What bothered him was not her stubborn independence; it was her stubborn belief that her stubborn independence was somehow advantageous.

Control V. Wisdom

For some...anger is ready, dripping, and on the tip of their tongues.

Mistakes and Loses

We spend more energy cursing our mistakes than we do fixing them.

Warriors V. Givers...

Each of us is part warrior and part giver.

And I believe our successes (whatever their form) are dependent on the degree to which we let each part surface...

Courage or Stupidity

When faced with losing a loved one, it takes courage to give into your neuroses.

It takes courage to give into your neuroses...rather than a loved one.

A Mother's Shame...

A mother's shame (once instilled) is a molester to girl.
A mother's shame (given years to exist) becomes a rapist to a woman.

Archiving...

How lucky was she that her father was a doctor?

Quite.

The Beauty of Nature...

Death? Well death can get awfully handsy sometimes.

Emotionally molesting too.

But it's in her nature, so we'll forgive her.

Such a Wonder...

Sensitive and fragile, angered and weak; but never open or vulnerable.

Challenge, Rarely Demand

He admires women who challenge, but rarely those who demand.

To Success....

Let it be known, now and in the days to come, that the stalwart marrow of my hope still gnashes and gnaws its caged limbs, its voice though muted, smothered and subdued, still calls out your name, your unparallelled embrace.

Perceptions...

‎It is hard to take people seriously when the elements of their anger/insecurities seem to change with each new day.

Love...

Love is not a reality; it's a value.

Value

Believe more fully in your strengths than in your weaknesses.

The Utility of Romance...

Re-writes...

Anger is for pussies.

Anger, given the chance to fester, will destroy you.

Standards...

Having standards in your life is good; so long as they are not to the exclusion of what is good.

The Buddy, The Guy, And The Fella...

Hypocrisy walked in the room carrying her favourite weapon--a .45 calibre Smith & Wesson.

A .45 calibre Smith & Wesson she affectionately named 'The Double Standard.'

Gunless. Shirtless. He went down swinging without a hope in hell.

And Yet...

Despite our nature, humankind is menacingly flawed at the whole herd thing.

It's a Wonder...

He found living up to her standards draining and difficult. She found them entirely impossible. It's a wonder.

4th Floor Living Without a Yard

Hypocrisy is NOT a minor character flaw. But neither is impatience.

Joy

The joy of self gratification is the joy of having to please no one but yourself.

Little Warrior...

He could protect her from everyone...everyone but herself.

The Burden...

The burden of continual success? Eventual failure.

Disappointment...

Disappointment, given the chance to fester, will destroy you.

Back to Square One

Deception is dangerous. For everyone involved.

Redux

There are few of us in this world more unattractive than the 'fibber.'

Except, of course, the fibber who thinks she's good at it.

Humming Birds, Walks, and Popcorn...

Reciprocation is essential to the survival of any emotional/physical/intellectual connection.

Down by the Mill....

A rumour had chased her today, but unequipped to gain any real ground...it simply caught up and licked the heels of those around her.

Switch-a-Roos

He grew weary of being wanted but never seen.

You V. The World.

One may grow tired of learning, but the world will never grow tired of teaching.

Mutism

Mutism is a deficit. Selective mutism? More so.

Value...

Do not want nor require anything more than the ability to embrace the creature you are, whoever you might be, in whatever moment you find yourself in.

Like, ummm...

When hope and vulnerability collide...humiliation is certain to follow suit.

The Nature of Life....

What is painful...is not watching our heroes die. No.

It's knowing our belief in them will (eventually) have no choice but to die along with them.

There is nothing like it.

Nothing induces a want to understand the universe like failure.

As sturdy as it may seem...

A moment will never say it...but its dirty little secret is that it's always fleeting.

The Truth of it....

Getting the chance to look at you, has been one of my greater artistic achievements.

Principles...

You are and will continue to be no more powerful and/or weaker than the individual you are standing next to.

April 2010

And Mr. Fiddlesticks walked back in the room--with his fugly and abhorent bride, Miss Fiddlesticks! Fiddlesticks!

This is not about you....

She is too strong to constantly play the role of victim. And yet...

And she'll wonder why he left...

She'll illustrate fear, insecurity, and sometimes jealousy...but never care.

She's silly.

States

Some are more apt to critize the things that make them confident than they are things that make them fearful.

Of your own devise

I envy the man who caged you.

Concrete...

His gift? The Chevrolet of contradictions. Hers? The Cadillac of mind fucks.

Challenges...

Sadly, there is something strangely encouraging when being second guessed.

Fortunately...

She admired damage; and he sold her drug of choice.

Once a Knave...

The ability to feign interest has proven--yet again--to be his greatest challenge.

Disgraced

The alcoholic ex boyfriend will forever ruin it for the rest of us (more spirited and capable) drunks.

Distress....

You will find that 'worry' will often perpetuate the simplest of challenges.

The Unexpected

Seems with each new chapter comes a dozen new lessons. He did not see this coming.

The Poor Fella...

It wasn't until he was 32 that he realized who he was; and who is was...was a fella who wished he could be 31 again.

The Truth of it.

You will rarely find someone who boasts about being 'important' meeting the standards of those who actually are.

Mr. In. Tent V. Miss Communication

In the struggle between intent and miscommunication...second miscommunication.

As he got Older...

As I get older, I seem more interested in making things work,
rather than destroying them.

What is also true...is that this sometimes bothers me.

What to do...

Add to the stories that make up the human tale. Don't reiterate them.

Flaws...

The oldest flaw in the book...is believing--in others.

Maturity...

Maturity is the ability to find value in multiple perspectives simultaneously.

Innocence....

Idealism's greatest adversary is reality...

Feelings

Were 'feelings' school children...I am fairly certain they'd be forced to take the small-school bus to get to class.

Fairly certain...

Insights...

It isn't until your dinner guests are ten minutes away that you realize just how filthy of a person you've become.

Rooms

Empathy walking in the room didn't surprise him. Apathy following suit? Now that certainly did.

Petite France

I had lost both the battle and then the war. And every soldier I sent in? Them too...

Narratives

The Quivering Forest

The fella certainly was devoted. But no where near ready.

No, no, no....

Narratives

Time

Time will race you. And time...time will win.

Frameworks

Should you find it necessary to understand someone by putting them into the framework of your own experience...

Don't.

It's Too Bad...

Intelligence did not evolve to compete against anorexia addiction.

Where It's At...

Consistency (not instability), Kindness (not ego-centrism), and Empathy (not apathy) are the merit badges of the Awesome Possum.

Show and Tell....

To tell someone who you are is to boast about who you are. And to boast about who you are is usually a sign that a contradiction is about to slap your audience in the face.

The Detriment of Fear--Redux

Fear is designed to motivate, not navigate.

The Detriment of Fear

Fear is neither skilled nor qualified to instruct or counsel. Its sole purpose (its only purpose) is to simply motivate--nothing more.

Remember this.

Fancy Pants, Kittens, Sunshine, and Robots.

I have never had a woman look so intently at me, and yet been so oblivious to the man standing in front of her.

Again...

Admittedly, I had seen the chimp. I had. With a smile on his face and a lump of brown goo dripping from his hand.

What I did not see, not two feet above me, was the swirling, whirling motion of the room's only fan....

The ghost

The ghost of my first love is walking away...

Life

Sobriety is the mechanism that fools--an otherwise intelligent--man into believing he is living a valuable life.