A Conversation
He Says: You are so interesting.
She Thinks: What dose he mean by that? Interesting!?! Is that interesting in a I-want-to-get-to-know-you-because-I-think-you’re-great way? Or is it interesting is a where-is-the-nearest-exit-because-you’re-scary way? Buggers! Do I want to be interesting?
He Asks: Who are you?
She Thinks: Who knows, it’s not who am I, but who am I going to be today? I think I am a woman in today’s society who has figured out that to survive; I have to be many different things to many different people. The employee, the sister, the friend, the lover, and the person I only show to a few I can trust.
He says: On the one hand I can imagine you in a group of guys bullshitting, laughing, having drink competitions, etc. On the other hand I can see you in glasses in front of a group of eager college age listeners discussing the most interesting aspects of sexuality and relationship issues. So back to my question, “who are you?” Or maybe you’re both?
She thinks: I am both. I am also the friend who stays up late to listen to heartache. The sister who offers direction and insight. The cousin who tenders balance and growth. The employee who provides stability and reliability. But really, who are any of us? Isn’t that why we have this unrelenting need to be with someone, so we can share our whole being with at least one person? And what is with the weird male obsession with my glasses?
He Asks: Do you think that people hold you to certain standards or do YOU hold yourself to expected group norms?
She Thinks: Both. Isn’t that true for all of us? People – friends – hold me to a certain standard because they know who I am, and they like that person, and they hate to see me compromise. I hold myself to expected group norms, which sometimes makes me feel like I need to present a ‘watered-down’ version of myself. The thing is, I was becoming very accustomed to that ‘watered-down’ version, and that could be the cause of some of my recent discontent. It took friends to point that out to me.
He Says: I don’t really have any answers, only questions in this life
She Thinks: Yeah, me too, but isn’t it fun to converse?
He Says: Hope you’re doing well
She Thinks: Who is Well? And why would I be doing him?
The Wonderful World of Dating: a semi-caustic look at dating in today’s world, given from the heart of a chronically single girl, appears every right here at iconoclastic
As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn’t supposed to ever let you down probably will. You will have your heart broken probably more than once and it’s harder every time. You’ll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. You’ll fight with your best friend. You’ll blame a new love for things an old one did. You’ll cry because time is passing too fast, and you’ll eventually lose someone you love. So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you’ve never been hurt because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you’ll never get back.
Don’t be afraid that your life will end, be afraid that it will never begin!
~ unknown
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Comments
A "watered down" version of myself? I love that! Youve got to be a poet at heart.
Posted by: Joe shaw | August 9, 2007 09:05 PM
Well written. I like your post. Nice!
Posted by: feelingflirty | August 13, 2007 10:21 PM
thanks joe... i don't know if i'm a poet, but sometimes honesty comes across to the soul the same way poetry dose
Posted by: meagan dixon | August 14, 2007 10:00 AM
thanks for stopping by feelingflirty... your name made me think, maybe i will change mine to quixotic female... he he he
Posted by: meagan dixon | August 14, 2007 10:03 AM