…some metaphor about time…
There’s no time to waste…and no time like the present… It is, perhaps, time to consider the consequences of my actions, my choices, my words…because time marches on. Time weighs on my heart, sometimes, and at other moments time flies. Time is ‘flowing like a river’ and entirely arbitrary. Time passes, as do we all, as does ‘this too’…but when shall it pass? Do we have time to wait and see? Killing time sounds much worse than it often proves to be, once considered ‘in the fullness of time’…
I’m taking some time to have a bit of fun with you, at the expense of time itself…I don’t think any feelings will be hurt. 🙂
Speaking of hurt feelings…I think I’ll make some observations about hearts and emotions and love and… mean people. If I could, I’d be tempted to take time out of my life to tell each person I could ‘don’t be mean’. It’s something I wish were ‘obvious’ in some meaningful way; I’m stunned by the number of people in the world that take refuge from their fears and insecurities, and who defend themselves from real or imagined personal attacks by being mean, by being derisive, or by using mockery or name calling. It’s bad enough when it is an ‘us versus them’ scenario among relative strangers who feel entitled to make assumptions about one another…but I see it between people who ostensibly care for one another, even between friends, lovers, and family members. It’s ugly. It’s hurtful. It’s quite extraordinarily poor communication being both underhanded, and passive-aggressive. It ensures that the person making the attack will not be truly ‘heard’ – because whoever they are attacking is likely to be put on the defensive rather than being free to listen compassionately to something that matters. It ensures the person being attacked, over time and without regard to how close or deep the relationship is at the start, will develop resentment and hostility toward the person making the attack – because people who find mockery, derision, name calling, and ‘general meanness’ acceptable once, are often prone to using it regularly. It sucks, too. Mean is ugly. lol The hottest, sexiest, funniest, most interesting, and sexually skilled, man or woman out there and as soon as I see or hear mean coming through, I lose interest in having anything more to do with them. Mean always seems like a cheap shot to me – the tool of weakness and fear. Maybe that’s just me? I don’t like mean, and I’m working on simply not doing it, at all. I just don’t have time. 😀
To be clear… I think something like mockery, or derision, have a place in humor – in comedy – but I also think it is a ‘weapon best left in the hands of experts’, because mean is ugly. It is the worst of who we are as people being given voice. I’m not sure I was always in this place as a person… but I worked on giving up most sarcasm a while ago. It is also an extension of mean, and certainly – it isn’t clear, frank communication. I like genuine. Direct. Honest. OPEN. I like real. I like the woman I am, and I prefer to know the people I love in a real way. Mean doesn’t feel good, and avoiding it seems like a nice idea.
It’s a Wednesday, a lovely one. It’s time to change.
Evening Light 