The topic is being brought up, this amongst many many more. It's discussions atop discussions and questions and answers and finding the core fibers that are holding this entire entity together. It's the good stuff, the thick stuff, the cornstarch and butter that holds this recipe together. But it's not easy to muddle through it. It's passion, it's real, it's relationships.
We all know that every relationship is something to be worked at. It's to be molded and sculpted into just the right statue that works in your life. Tweaked and tooled with to form just the right amount of give and take. We have learned over the years that some things are really worth the added effort (picking up the phone and calling gradma to say "Hi" just for the pure fear in your heart that if you don't, you'll regret it FOREVER), it's the listening with a soft ear to the words spoken just for the mere lack of energy to really listen with what my mother is saying or agree with her way of living. It's the calling an old friend and saying, "Let's get together," deed because that friend has nothing but interesting things to say; regardless if that such said person thinks they're life is less than boring. I think the time away from the monotony of my life; the everyday tedious bullshit that comes along with being a SAHM that really makes the time spent with these people the love and respect (the glue and safety pins) that really hold these relationships together. It's give and take, love and respect, time and energy, patience and understanding, and it's the yin and the yang and the balance. Yeah blah blah blah.
So...sitting, resting lightly against the throw pillow sitting atop the overstuffed chair in the living room with the words (the worded pillow- it's genius and beautiful! I want worded curtains next-shower or otherwise.)... We sit down to have a discussion about "us". We've been talking about "us" for the past 3 or 4 days which seems like an eternity in love years and we've pretty much fizzled out by this point. We're frazzled.
He says, "What do you plan to do Princess? String me along until you can cut the strings and know I'm a real boy, and we go off and live happily ever after?"
In a very serious face, straight as a board, I reply, "Why yes Pinocchio! That's pretty much exactly what I have been planning."
And?! Laughter.
Both capable to take that deep breath, laugh, and cutting the tension that has resided in the space for days now, laying low like stagnant cigarette smoke in a neighborhood pub. Dark and dingy and disgraceful really.
Now I'm sitting there thinking about a princess, puppeteering out the window of her castle, the wooden shoes, the growing nose when lies are told. The scene from Shrek when they're down in the sewer and Pinocchio is wearing the red thong. And I'm laughing, hysterically thinking about how much I absolutely love the movie Shrek (Shrek 2, and the Third and Forever After) I'm having all these thoughts like an ADHD maniac, images flipping through the undersides of my eyelids like a movie on an old rotary reel...but most importantly--I am laughing...and he's sitting so close to me on this chair, laughing too.
It occurs to me that I just had this entire thought process with about 10 different mini series stories and he's still just sitting there, looking at me, laughing, not even close to being able to comprehend what plays through my mind. He's thought of one thing, this moment. The laughter, the ice breaker, the "things are fine" feeling that resides at the pit of your stomach. He's a man, and monolythic, and thought one thought. Which is perfect. That is what he should be thinking about. This is the exact moment we should be having and I want him to enjoy it.
So, to answer the question again..
Yes! I am a puppeteer. I want to guide and give all the good stuff that comes along with a relationship (and that speaks for all my relationships with friends, family, or lovers alike). I like pulling strings, I already classify my home as my castle, there's reason to talk about shoes (wooden or not) and yeah, growing into a real boy would be wonderful my innocent man and we may ..We may live happily ever after. In the meantime, it's the living part we let play out and laugh about.
P.S.Cleary I still believe in fairytales :)
We all know that every relationship is something to be worked at. It's to be molded and sculpted into just the right statue that works in your life. Tweaked and tooled with to form just the right amount of give and take. We have learned over the years that some things are really worth the added effort (picking up the phone and calling gradma to say "Hi" just for the pure fear in your heart that if you don't, you'll regret it FOREVER), it's the listening with a soft ear to the words spoken just for the mere lack of energy to really listen with what my mother is saying or agree with her way of living. It's the calling an old friend and saying, "Let's get together," deed because that friend has nothing but interesting things to say; regardless if that such said person thinks they're life is less than boring. I think the time away from the monotony of my life; the everyday tedious bullshit that comes along with being a SAHM that really makes the time spent with these people the love and respect (the glue and safety pins) that really hold these relationships together. It's give and take, love and respect, time and energy, patience and understanding, and it's the yin and the yang and the balance. Yeah blah blah blah.
So...sitting, resting lightly against the throw pillow sitting atop the overstuffed chair in the living room with the words (the worded pillow- it's genius and beautiful! I want worded curtains next-shower or otherwise.)... We sit down to have a discussion about "us". We've been talking about "us" for the past 3 or 4 days which seems like an eternity in love years and we've pretty much fizzled out by this point. We're frazzled.
He says, "What do you plan to do Princess? String me along until you can cut the strings and know I'm a real boy, and we go off and live happily ever after?"
In a very serious face, straight as a board, I reply, "Why yes Pinocchio! That's pretty much exactly what I have been planning."
And?! Laughter.
Both capable to take that deep breath, laugh, and cutting the tension that has resided in the space for days now, laying low like stagnant cigarette smoke in a neighborhood pub. Dark and dingy and disgraceful really.
Now I'm sitting there thinking about a princess, puppeteering out the window of her castle, the wooden shoes, the growing nose when lies are told. The scene from Shrek when they're down in the sewer and Pinocchio is wearing the red thong. And I'm laughing, hysterically thinking about how much I absolutely love the movie Shrek (Shrek 2, and the Third and Forever After) I'm having all these thoughts like an ADHD maniac, images flipping through the undersides of my eyelids like a movie on an old rotary reel...but most importantly--I am laughing...and he's sitting so close to me on this chair, laughing too.
It occurs to me that I just had this entire thought process with about 10 different mini series stories and he's still just sitting there, looking at me, laughing, not even close to being able to comprehend what plays through my mind. He's thought of one thing, this moment. The laughter, the ice breaker, the "things are fine" feeling that resides at the pit of your stomach. He's a man, and monolythic, and thought one thought. Which is perfect. That is what he should be thinking about. This is the exact moment we should be having and I want him to enjoy it.
So, to answer the question again..
Yes! I am a puppeteer. I want to guide and give all the good stuff that comes along with a relationship (and that speaks for all my relationships with friends, family, or lovers alike). I like pulling strings, I already classify my home as my castle, there's reason to talk about shoes (wooden or not) and yeah, growing into a real boy would be wonderful my innocent man and we may ..We may live happily ever after. In the meantime, it's the living part we let play out and laugh about.
P.S.Cleary I still believe in fairytales :)
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