Let me tell you a story.
Once upon a time, a guy started keeping a journal. Since he only wrote when he was sufficiently motivated, he ended up only writing during superlative moments – the highest highs, and the lowest lows. And since nothing much else was going on in his life, the journal ended up being primarily about his girlfriends. Later, he got too busy, or whatever else, and he stopped writing in it.
Several years later, he picked it up again, flipped to a random place, and began reading. He read all about how Ex-Girlfriend A treated him poorly, and did him wrong, and how she made him feel, and what he was listening to, and… then he saw her name. Why, it wasn’t Ex-Girlfriend A after all! It was Ex-Girlfriend C! But this time, he was a little older and wiser, so he started from the beginning. And slowly he began to realize something…
A pattern. He had been going through a pattern of choosing a certain type of girl, a little immature, a little needy, a little jealous and possessive, emotionally distant and stunted, etc. And all those qualities were present in the first girl he ever fell in love with. He realized that he had been choosing the same kind of woman over and over, and that kind of woman was wrongwrongwrong!
He stopped looking for any type of woman, reasoning that he might be missing some qualities or traits that he might like but that he didn’t know existed. Sort of like eating only chocolate and vanilla ice cream, and never getting to enjoy the chocolate chip cookie doughs, and the moose tracks, and the peppermints.
And now he’s been married 16 years.
The End.
See what I’m saying?
Edward Hotspur
So you researched and found a pattern, changed the pattern and found true love…that is the fundamental basis of a life-altering process. Find the pattern, change it, get results…the ‘changing it’ part is the hardest.
Not if it’s wallpaper.
Wallpaper IS hard to change, I hate wallpaper.
Sucks to take down.
Yeah. There really is no point in the damn stuff other than make life hell.
What damn stuff? Love?
Raisins.
dried grapes.
See no use for them.
Putting them in the sun, or in cookies, or salads, or just eating them.
No.
YES! Uh huh. yup. Raisin in the Sun!
There is always the scenario where you meet someone, get married, and then spend the next sixteen years breaking up and getting back together.
Over and over.
With the same person.
Yeah.
I… wouldn’t know anything about that.
Wow… that guy’s super hero cape is really long…
I love a story about emotional growth. Good job.
Hero? Where?
That picture in the post, the guy dragging that tarp through the field.
That’s the road!
I have to go back and look again then.
Rowed!
???
!!!
You straightened out my question marks… how rude.
Oh, yeah… lookie there. I should have looked at it full size maybe. I saw the part he was holding, and assumed it was all a tarp or canvas or something. I sort of hoped it was some sort of Latvian farm implement used for gathering thistles.
Thistle teach you to pay attention!
I was thorn a curve.
But you oburrcame it.
Are you spine on me? Cause I got the point.
You’re starting to bramble.
I am hedging my bets, because I am a sticker-ler for details and I needle-ot reassurances.
I like this realization. Because I give a cocklebur what you write!
Weed like you to continue reading mower of this blog.
It should be trimmed actually.
Um….. thanks….