Umi, The ending of this piece is so succinct, by stating that, through all these roles I have played, I managed to arrive at ground level, at humility and insightfulness—it’s all you’ve ever wanted. And to get that far you bought the perfect coffee maker, the kind with a timer on it. And anyone wanting to have a cup with you didn’t need a golden ticket, they just needed to stand next to you. They needed to push the ceiling up instead of lowering it. Men act out in fear by restricting, or, if allowing, by acting like you said, a bodyguard. Finding one that is neither sounds like receiving a golden ticket, in theory. But I have this version of you that makes the film script precisely as it should be. Make sure there are matching coffee cups, you know, for congruence.
Oof this really hit me. I’ve been the bodyguard. And it’s brutal. What we think is love is actually a pattern of behavior that we adopted to earn love at an age when we shouldn’t have needed to. We grow up and we unconsciously look for a person to protect, someone to save. Someone who leaves us wondering how they might feel about us, because despite a tough, protective shell, our core is too scared to ask. We feel jealous when they talk about other people and secretly loathsome when they talk about what they need, because we suppress even thinking about what we need, because it it’s incongruous with the role of a bodyguard. If we’re lucky, we learn to recognize this dynamic, eventually before it even begins to materialize. We end up alone, on our own path, spending time with ourselves. Eventually we learn that, sometimes people don’t need to be protected. Sometimes it’s not worth it, and sometimes it’s even detrimental to the judge someone incapable of handling something based on prior observations in a different person from years past.
reminds me of the Dark Knight, when Rachel asks Bruce if he will actually stop being Batman if Batman becomes unnecessary or the real truth, that he needs Batman more than Gotham does
Umi, The ending of this piece is so succinct, by stating that, through all these roles I have played, I managed to arrive at ground level, at humility and insightfulness—it’s all you’ve ever wanted. And to get that far you bought the perfect coffee maker, the kind with a timer on it. And anyone wanting to have a cup with you didn’t need a golden ticket, they just needed to stand next to you. They needed to push the ceiling up instead of lowering it. Men act out in fear by restricting, or, if allowing, by acting like you said, a bodyguard. Finding one that is neither sounds like receiving a golden ticket, in theory. But I have this version of you that makes the film script precisely as it should be. Make sure there are matching coffee cups, you know, for congruence.
Oof this really hit me. I’ve been the bodyguard. And it’s brutal. What we think is love is actually a pattern of behavior that we adopted to earn love at an age when we shouldn’t have needed to. We grow up and we unconsciously look for a person to protect, someone to save. Someone who leaves us wondering how they might feel about us, because despite a tough, protective shell, our core is too scared to ask. We feel jealous when they talk about other people and secretly loathsome when they talk about what they need, because we suppress even thinking about what we need, because it it’s incongruous with the role of a bodyguard. If we’re lucky, we learn to recognize this dynamic, eventually before it even begins to materialize. We end up alone, on our own path, spending time with ourselves. Eventually we learn that, sometimes people don’t need to be protected. Sometimes it’s not worth it, and sometimes it’s even detrimental to the judge someone incapable of handling something based on prior observations in a different person from years past.
When u stand, keep on standing
Relationships swirl, twist and turn. Never simple.
Just two individuals with paths crossing in a weaving journey, binding or unbinding.
Just two people
reminds me of the Dark Knight, when Rachel asks Bruce if he will actually stop being Batman if Batman becomes unnecessary or the real truth, that he needs Batman more than Gotham does