I had a wonderful conversation with a special friend recently and we talked about pretty much everything under the sun. It was absolutely delightful. Our soliloquies gravitated to stories about the perception of happiness, and the decadence of deception. Who hasn’t been caught up in those webs at least once in your life?
I mean, really, have you ever just smiled and nodded yes to avoid a conversation about how unhappy you are? Or maybe, just maybe, you have denied knowledge of a juicy tidbit of gossip or an unsavory event just to find out what someone else might think or know? You are not of this planet if you can truthfully deny either of those ulterior motives.
Sometimes we do it to protect our hearts. Other times we might do it to protect someone we love. But sometimes, I believe we just want to stir the pot. Yes, I said it. We all have done it. Conversations often just become a delicate dance. Knowing what to say and when to say it is a real gift, especially when trying to traverse affairs of the heart.
And holy moly is it awkward at my age. Good grief. Most of us facing twilight alone no longer think about tying the knot and securing a future. It is about sharing whatever time you have left with someone who speaks to your mind, embraces your heart, and marches to the same beat of your different drummer. Of course, it does not hurt if they make your knees go weak too.
While sparking conversation is key, there is no greater saving grace than the power of touch. And it does not matter whether you are young, middle-aged, or frightfully old. I am mesmerized when I see older couples holding hands as they walk into a restaurant or grocery store. The touch of a hand speaks louder than the simplest of words, “I care.” And in my mind, I think, “I want to be like them when I grow up.”
Personally, I believe learning to do this very special waltz should just be so easy, yet I watch people – young, old, married, single - struggle with it every day. I will never understand how communication breaks down between those who care for each other. One cannot always be right, and the other cannot always be the person to acquiesce. All of life is a compromise. You just have to be brave enough to start the dialogue.
Looking back, it appears that I took a wrong turn from my original premise for this rant. Yet, failed communication often derails life, doesn’t it? I love having the freedom to empty my over-active brain without fear of repercussion. And I am thankful that I am not alone in discombobulated thinking. I am not alone, right? Uh, anyone?
Okay, so sometimes I think I should probably just unplug, reboot, and overhaul my thought processes. But if I did not ramble on like a crazed lunatic, whatever would we talk about? Ah, but that is fodder for yet another rant.
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