one that got away
wanting her happy
should’ve been more important
than just wanting her.
the smedley log - suburban scrawl
They just keep coming back
I was at work the other day, talking to a co-worker, when the subject shifted to the fairer sex. He had much more to say about it than I did. He elaborated on what he liked about females and his (apparently) vast experience with them. The real gem of his monologue was this:
“I just keep treating [women] like [dirt], and they just keep coming back. I can’t explain it; that’s just how it works.”
Sometimes the road to happiness is unfamiliar
I used the phrase “emotional entrepreneurship” in this morning’s haiku. It came to me quite accidentally, without much conscious thought, but upon thinking about this particular word sequence, it struck me as a good term for the things I’ve been working through. It’s an improvised reference for the risk undertaken in the course of any new interpersonal situation with emotional or personal stakes.
It applies to the shifting sands of my life, from new relationships still engraving themselves into my consciousness to suddenly changing relationships I once thought were etched in granite. Each time one of these alterations starts encroaching on my familiar little life, there’s a period where I can be anything from tentative to downright mournful. The extremity of my response, of course, hinges on the depth of renovations being done or undone – sometimes with the delicacy of a jackhammer.
More than a few of my recent haiku have been crafted toward expressing the nature of said changes, but this is one of the few times I alluded to them in a regular post. (Part of me marvels that I haven’t littered this blog with every single thought I’ve had on the subject.) Sometimes it seems like everything’s at stake, yet I still have very little insight into what it all means.
- NOTE: The title (which was also the prompt) for this post came from a horoscope by Holiday Mathis in the paper a few days ago. Not that I read that much into horoscopes, but they seem to have decent haiku potential.
Neutrophin-addled hormone change is visually impaired
I just stumbled across an interesting BBC article from last year that demystifies the whole “falling in love” thing.
Which is okay, I guess, since I’ve always valued love as an intentional phenomenon over the type that can be characterized best as a euphoric trap.
But I’m still a hopeless romantic, I swear.
Subtle electric fires
O YOU whom I often and silently come where you are, that I may be with you;
As I walk by your side, or sit near, or remain in the same room with you,
Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is playing within me.– Walt Whitman
Knowing when to walk away
“Some people change.
Others hang on ‘til they can’t anymore.”
-Black Lab
I was talking with a friend recently about relationship-oriented matters. My friend talked, almost off-hand, about having given up on looking for a long-term relationship, about being resigned to living single. I initially scoffed, thinking my friend is still at a stage of life where finding love (or whatever passes for it) is still entirely possible, and given the positive attributes my friend has, even probable. Surely it’s far too early to be giving up. [Read more →]
