Meet..my..erm..

Mkay so sometimes you meet a man. And said man just so happens to be pure amazingness but due to prior expediences you and afore mentioned man decide to take things slow; super slow. Days turn into weeks and those weeks into a solid month and still no definition. Now this isn't always a bad thing I mean I'm with Dwele on this one; things get tainted when you label them, However it is more convenient to have some kind of title. It's hard to introduce significant others when they have no title "Hey Sabrina meet my...erm meet Eddie" super awkward!!!
I personally call them a man friend(yes it's weird but at least he's propelled away from the f word-friend- and he is made aware of the fact that we need to move on), This is where the question of caution killing progress comes into play. Are you too scared to pursue this? Are we going to make it past your shadows and their ghosts?
I say every time a relationship ends try and wipe the slate clean. Sweep up after them and re lay the bed so that the next guest will find it accommodating. This way you have room for new memories and maybe even new ghosts-it's the joy of living. What's the point of starting things if you won't see them all the way through..
In case you can't tell this was one of those "I'm venting, ignore me" blogs
Till next week...
Peace

Broken Arrow

So I was reading this book a long time ago right; it was entitled The Art Of Seduction (by Robert E. Green) and in this book he outlined the various seducer traits, the victims who fall for the said seducers and last but not least the actual process of seduction. It was an engrossing read to say the least- I mean it dealt with appealing to the sub conscious, tapping into one's core psyche...exploring the psychology of the lonely. I was impressed with its depth.
I found out that my seduction style was a dandy/star/something else that I can't remember- anyways apparently my strength was my lack of gender role adaptation(i.e I come off kinda masculine) this intrigues men and helps them let their guard down- they feel like comrades and what not- but all the while there's a tangible tension because man brain or not I am still a woman(an attractive one too if you ask me).
Mkay, here's where the issue comes in; one can easily catch the opposite sex(let's be real dudes aren't that hard to attract-but they don't have an extended attention span)it's keeping them that proves hard. I mean the book easily gives you the tools to catch a man but not how to keep him enchanted. How long can you keep someone hypnotized without them coming to? Is it possible to have someone stay under your spell forever? Surely they will come upon the antidote sooner or later.
What I'm trying to say is when it comes to seduction we somehow forget ourselves in a bid to satisfy someone else's fantasies thus ignoring the real us. We paint the perfect picture- we are the immaculate image of perfection...until they fall into our trap. Now what? You've got the game, why keep using your hunting tactics? This is where your true colors start to bleed through the cracks and the "distance" starts to surface. Questions about why you changed and how you're not what they thought.....yeah mostly because they never got a chance to really meet you. You sabotage the whole thing before you even introduce yourself.

I 'n I Be De Same...

Mkay so when I was little it was cool to fit in, you know if you all had the same black and white converse with striped socks to match(I just made the socks up but you catch my drift), same lunch box,same lunch-it was the coolest thing if you were all basically carbon copies of each other. Now I have always been friends with the cool kids but I never fit in(I was the honorary cool kid in school)so I always considered myself an outsider-and I think what cemented this status is the fact that I never tried to rectify the situation- I stayed outside the circle on purpose. I learned later that this made me somewhat of a non conformist.
When I got older it became cool to be different-everyone claimed a tweak in character or appearance that separated them from their herd-which in turn made them all the more similar. I looked around and wondered what had happened to the matching outfits-now they were like a visual cacophony of random people trying to disassociate themselves with their former image and it still felt like they were conforming;just in a different mode....
And it just snowballed as I grew even older-now everyone is draped in scarves(in this hot Dallas weather) and super bright "vintage" clothes-you know the over sized jewelry,crazy hats, the glasses-yea the whole nine. And I'm still wondering if they understand that trying to be so different only makes them look the same. Their quest to find uniqueness especially since it doesn't come naturally to them only displays the latest trend-and it's tragic really,especially when these people sit back and talk about the people that blend into the crowd-no wait it's actually pretty hilarious...so my point is; is non conformism the latest form of conforming? If so how does one stay completely genuinely themselves and not look like a poser?
-the answer next week-
Peace.....