Once upon a time I had what I considered to be a ‘best’ friend. I begin this entry with that introduction because, like many stories, that friendship came to an end long ago. The reason for that end being that over many years I endured endless amounts of passive aggression from said friend until deciding that if that was the nature of friendship–I wanted nothing more to do with it. Continue reading
It’s taken me so long to get around to this post simply because my whole thought process cycled around once again and muddled the clarity of understanding I was building here. I think I’ve got it now.
In the area of love, most of us are petrified of honesty. I’ve been listening to a wonderful podcast lately titled Guys We Fu**ed in which the hosts refer to this phenomena, a time period at the beginning of any romantic relationship, as ‘the stubborn phase’. It’s that phase where both parties are completely committed to their attraction to the other person but refuse to speak it aloud. Rather, both people kind of dance around it until one person caves and says the words. The funny thing about this phenomena is that in most cases the whole phase is silly–because, really, once it’s all out there in the open both people win. It’s a useless war of common interests.