Posts Tagged ‘compassion

20
Dec
24

My Response to Four Months Into… (Ask Carolyn)

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Ask Carolyn (Hax) column originally titled “Four months into rekindling, partner recalls why they broke up.”

In this letter, Dumb and Dumber, the younger female half of a heterosexual couple (you have to be specific, these days) addresses her concern and guilt for restarting a relationship that she previously ended, claiming her chosen partner wasn’t smart enough. She never confessed her reason for the breakup. The older male half of the couple is described as a very sweet, loving and oblivious guy, basically a cuddly dog who won’t stop humping and licking you until you fully embrace him and admit he’s adorable.

Essentially, the woman (in her 40s), feels lousy for both falling back in love with “Puppyman” (my nickname for further reference) and for being unsure how to reclaim the distance she had established the first time she cut ties. Imagine finding a stray dog that makes you “awww” until you decide you cannot adequately care for the animal. You need to let the wannabe pet go, but it pains you to remove the leash and shove him out the door (especially when he won’t stop coming to the door and howling for you). That is the situation.

Carolyn says “Dumb” needs to respect the man’s need to feel loved and accept the decision she previously made rather than let an inadequate lie linger. She also makes a minor suggestion to try retaining the relationship as friends who occasionally date versus a steady relationship…but I fear that might only extend the discomfort.

While I agree this reformed relationship needs to end (again), peacefully, I think there is, at least, one option Carolyn missed.

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Dumb and Dumber, I think I like you…AWLOUGHT. [Have I already used this movie reference in response to an Ask Carolyn letter?] Knowing myself from past experience, that’s probably a bad sign and a misguided feeling. This may be my equivalent of favoring the “bad girl” though I don’t have enough information to peg you as the rebel without a clue.

You sound like someone who would be an intellectual equal (and, thus, a worthy partner)…or rival, the latter not being a good person. No one needs to feel dwarfed by your ego (nor mine). And, I’ve met my share of girls and women who can easily make me feel small and inadequate. Some of your words–like “discuss deeply”–strike a positive chord with my soul. I see myself holding hands with you, letting our minds intertwine. Then I read “he doesn’t read” and “his thoughts are simple.” And, suddenly, I don’t feel so comfortable, even if I don’t think my thoughts are “simple.” [I’m also not an avid reader, even though I’ve become a rather wordy guy with a growing vocabulary and fussiness about grammar.]

Perhaps, the only thing saving you from being deemed a completely careless, insensitive person is your desire to change your own outlook/behavior to salvage this relationship. But, that sounds like one of those soulful journeys life makes you take on your own, which can only be understood and completed in your own head. A columnist in any newspaper is not quite the same source of sage advice as a god or wiseman you might find atop some distant mountain…unless a higher power opts to speak through such a vessel. Maybe you need to sit down with someone and hash this out, face to face. A short letter cannot suffice.

Indulge me while I take the long road to my suggestion. I hope someone as intellectual as you can appreciate the length and depth of my thoughts. Maybe something in my words will bring you the epiphany you need. Hopefully, I don’t waste time by repeating what Carolyn and/or I have already said.

You’re a cat person dating a dog…again.

For visual reference, look up the cartoon series Animaniacs and watch an episode or two of Rita and Runt. You are Rita, and this guy is Runt. Rita cannot find the male cat of her dreams as long as she puts up with Runt. But, because Runt is such a reliable friend, in his own sad, pathetic way, she cannot part with him. Runt doesn’t seem to have the capacity or desire to pursue anyone other then Rita, who he sees only as a constant companion (and a fellow dog because he’s…not very bright); as long as he stays with her, he can never be alone. Occasionally, Rita wishes she had some alone time to sort out her feelings. Runt doesn’t understand or respect that; his primary motivation is to stick with Rita, a good dog.

I think respect(1) works with understanding. Someone cannot feel properly respected if another person doesn’t understand them. Following the Golden Rule, doing to others what you would want done to you, is a good general path to respect but isn’t the sort that should make anyone feel special. It should be common, for everyone. If I am providing a service to you, it’s respectful to address you with kindness and consideration for any concerns you may have. Without knowing you, individually, specifically, I can only respect so much and may still upset you.

So, if your Puppyman truly respects YOU, he must understand you…and that suggests intelligence.(3) If your “simple” boyfriend is truly compassionate(4), wouldn’t he have to understand you well enough? Wouldn’t that suggest intelligence? [Maybe you’re confusing respect with harm-free adoration; he’s not doing anything to make you feel hurt or violated while applying heavy affection. Or, maybe this guy is just more respectful, in general, to everyone he meets, more than anyone else you know.]

You hold yourself in high regard without mentioning any potential flaws (or even a weakness other than being completely honest with someone you value at a crucial time)…yet you can turn any positive this guy has into a flaw for him; you can spoil all of his assets with one line. You enjoy him being your devoted cheerleader but cannot think clearly (or brightly) enough to voice the truth. That is a lack of respect and compassion fueled by fear. Fear is not the flaw; it’s fuel for what you did (and may still do) wrong.

[If you cannot see or admit your own potential flaws, how can you hope to change your outlook? If you’ve done nothing wrong, what can you possibly correct?]

Is living with a lie intelligent? Isn’t being able to be completely honest with your chosen partner part of being respectful and compassionate? Expressing concern for someone’s well-being doesn’t have to be “gaslighting.” And, while the truth may hurt, a withheld truth hurts even more because it comes with wasted time and deception.

Let me hold you by the biceps and say…no one is forcing you to stay with this guy, even if it pains you to put up with his obliviousness and to be honest with him. You can’t teach an old dog cat tricks. You could spend a fortune and lifetime in therapy trying to find a moral loophole that would burst the bubble of distress in your heart.

You want someone who lights your fire and keeps you on your toes, a bit. Right? [See. How can I possibly get your answer unless we’re in the same room or exchanging messages more freely?] You want a man who knows his place, can read the room and who isn’t pawing at your door because he can’t stand to be alone while you take some time for yourself. You want stimulation of the mind, body and soul…in moderation, when you want to be stimulated. You want someone who won’t intentionally hurt or mistreat you yet someone who will not bend to your every whim like a limp banana peel. What you want, honestly, is not without risk. Unfortunately, the guy you currently have can only offer warmth of the heart and risks being, eventually, hurt by you.

You want to change yourself so you can get past the very thing that irked you enough to end the relationship the first time. That’s like asking the world to become a cube after being a sphere for so long. And, from personal experience, by the time you even attempt to achieve this arduous goal of self-discipline, something could happen which throws a wrench in your plan, giving you another reason to feel lost and out of place. You’ll lose twice as much precious lifetime by the time you resolve round two.

People who place conditions on change typically don’t change. If you change for someone other than yourself, you risk reverting to your old self when that person fails to meet some standard or leaves you. It’s only fair that you pick up your old habit after getting hurt. [Not.] If you’re going to change your nature, you will likely have to work that out on your own. You change, already, based upon your experiences. Apparently, something inside you did not change between the time you cut ties with this guy and his return.

However, if you can afford the risk, you could let this restarted relationship run its course, just to see if you or the guy would change in some satisfying way, a natural way of adjusting your outlook on the situation, rather than making a hasty decision from a difficult position and a ticking biological clock.

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Self-analysis detour…

If interested, I have a moderate confession following the core of my response. You can just scroll down to (2). Not everyone wants to hear someone preach or preach about oneself. So, it’s your choice. I’m trying something new by reducing content for maximum attention retention, leaving meandering and branching thoughts for optional additional reading at the tail end.

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Die-hard romantics would say something special brought you two back together. But, you don’t sound convinced.

You say you never told this guy why you broke up with him. You didn’t say anything because, probably, he wouldn’t be able to process the information (or you know you’d be devastated if he said what you were thinking). And, he’s clearly not “smart” enough to ask or get the true answer. [Or, maybe, he’s just as afraid of the hard truth as you.] If you play a game with someone who never gets upset when they lose (while you do, do get upset when you lose), you’ll only get more upset with the situation when you finally have to quit. And, how maddening is it to get upset when someone right next to you is oblivious to the reason for your frustration?

How can you possibly keep that knife in a drawer while you indulge a second helping of something that doesn’t fully satisfy you? Even if you managed to change your behavior and/or mind in some way that could miraculously tolerate this guy better than you did before, the history/evidence remains. Can you really forget the first breakup and its reason?

You want a quick resolution of this internal conflict? Have Puppyman read the column you just built with Carolyn Hax. See what he says in response. And, if he is not hurt by the details, by your own words (probably because he’s too nice or “simple”), you should have your answer. Right?

Dating Puppyman, casually (as Carolyn suggests as a weak option), won’t make life any better because you’ll still be wanting that ideal partner while you entertain a human pet. Can you really date two (or more) men and manage to keep Puppyman at a safe distance, so he doesn’t get the wrong idea or mess with your head and heart (again)? Ideally, you could arrange a male harem, so Puppyman would have a steady place in your life. [That’s not the suggestion I was going to make, but it’s an outside-the-box possibility.]

[I can totally see the 80s movie/sitcom, now. It’s like Bosom Buddies, except there’s only one woman and the two very different guys standing behind the sofa upon which you recline. You are played by someone like Jennifer Grey or Bridget Fonda. One guy is a total “hunk,” wearing a brown suit and blue tie, while the other is a stout “goofball” in some ill-fit, black-and-white striped shirt and tan cargo pants. Hunky guy is all charm though he claims to be intelligent; at least, he has a job. The goofball is surprisingly smart and charming in his own odd way. Insert a sappy anthem with the line “days go by,” and it’s a wrap.]

Try explaining to the guy you really want why Puppyman is always around and more than a casual friend. Even if Puppyman remains a dear friend, I would expect the next Mr. Right to be, at least, somewhat bothered by his presence, from your description. If a more intellectual guy treats Puppyman poorly, flaunting his own “smarter” ego, you might feel twice the pain you already do. Or, you might unconsciously slight or ignore Puppyman, letting your passion take control as you focus your energies on the “smarter” guy.

If a guy can meet your intellectual-equal standard and be completely okay with you being close friends with Puppyman, I question his intellect and wonder if he isn’t simply pretending to be a steady partner while keeping his eyes and schedule open (if you grasp what I’m suggesting). Of course, the ideal guy would be highly intellectual, witty and nice enough to entertain any male friends you may have without engaging in secretive affairs. But, I don’t know that guy.

Okay. ‘Enough dancing around the subject.

Ask this beloved friend (of a one-sided sort) to be the “friend” who helps you find the man you really want while you find him a woman who can take him off your hands and make him as happy as he tries to make you. Find him someone who suits his personality and needs (if you are aware of those). Do him that final favor. No one should be using all of their energy to smother someone else with affection that is not fully respected or appreciated. [Hopefully, you have better luck than I did.]

Keeping a painful secret isn’t smart, in my opinion. I would not consider you bright nor compassionate for that. [I would question my own intelligence.]

I think both you and Puppyman need compassion. But, neither of you is getting it, right now. Your compassion is laced with fear of hurting someone so blind that he cannot tell when you are hiding something he should know. Those unpleasant feelings came back for a reason, just as he did. If you think this means you need to change for him, I’d suggest coming clean with him and then taking a solo journey somewhere like Tibet where you could meditate on the situation; get some higher power to touch you on the forehead with better insight/motivation.

How can you feel safe with someone denied the truth about your feelings? How can HE feel safe with YOU?

Now, if you have read all I have to say…and, oy, did I have to edit myself a few times to keep this from becoming a hundred-page novel…I respect your effort. I’d like to talk with you if you’re interested. Who knows. We might get along. I’m sure you can find the way to reach me.

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(1) How do I define respect? Initially, when you first meet someone, respect is your example of good manners; ideally, it’s how a person applies the Golden Rule. It may be inaccurate and, thus, feel disrespectful. But, that’s because the other person doesn’t know you, yet. However, a blatant lack of respect is apparent when you advise someone how to behave and they don’t listen. Later, respect entails knowing boundaries and maintaining them until a mutual decision is reached between two individuals to breach those boundaries. Respect is knowing what someone cares about and not saying or doing anything to wound those feelings. Occasionally, an emotionally wounded individual may lash out and violate respect.

Certain members of my family seem to get pleasure out of disrespecting boundaries, boundaries that have been stated multiple times. I say what shouldn’t be discussed during mealtime, and, yet, these daring jerks will upset my stomach just to get a reaction when the mood strikes them. When that happens, it’s hard to love and/or respect that person, even with my hardy sense of humor. I’d be inclined to question their intelligence, too. But, there is a darker force at play.

Respect may be confused with admiration, however. People may say they respect you when they actually admire you the way a religious person admires their god or mentor. People consumed with awe will often throw out the word respect.

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(2) I, unlike you, may be paranoid (in the opinion of some people) and aware of my own potential flaws, willing to admit, on occasion, when I’ve done wrong. I have been told I am very smart. When I used to believe that, I made foolish decisions which cost me and nearly killed me. I now filter compliments and prefer to say I am intellectual and probably give certain matters more thought than the average person does (to the extent some complain I think/say too much), even if my level of intelligence has been tested and rated “average.”

I’ll admit I am more thoughtful but not necessarily better than most people I’ve met; I consider myself a good listener but have been losing my focus as I age without adequate companionship. I used to be very patient, to the point of being a doormat; but circumstances have changed me. I have a fast temper that is rarely violent and fairly quick to extinguish itself if the problem doesn’t persist. I can see when I have said too much, when my “audience” is not being receptive. I may not always be aware of when I hurt someone with my words, but I like to think I have a pretty good radar, regardless. And, when someone says I have hurt them, I may not be quick to admit the blame but I am not so heartless that I don’t feel guilt or discomfort from what I did.

I can accept? that I will never be able to please everyone all of the time. And, those who cannot handle my words, who retain hurt when it is not intended, are just not meant to be partners. I cannot be nicer just to prevent someone from getting hurt. I often try too hard to be nice just to accomplish nothing. I can only be as nice as I am able to supply at the time. Others need to be understanding of and receptive to that, too.

Like you, I am seeking someone who can “read the room,” as I say, and who won’t simply smother me with mindless affection. Loving is great, but I need brains to come with that love. And, that person just has to click with me. There’s no math problem to solve or spell to cast or lucky charm to buy that can make that happen. Saying “sorry” is never enough. [Saying “sorry” more than once in any situation is annoying, even with a redhead I once thought was worth kissing at a young age.] And, sometimes, no matter what I or anyone tries to do to atone for what hurt they caused, the relationship cannot be saved. We have to accept defeat as a way of saying it wasn’t meant to be; if it was meant to be, it would work itself out.

I once tried to change my own mind to fully accept a woman as my partner. She came into my life when I was feeling really low and quickly vowed to be the friend no one else was. We had an unconventional long-distance relationship for a few months before finally meeting in person (at my financial risk).

I had reasons to both love and dislike her. The former included an undeniable aura which made her appear like a strong equal, something I highly value, not someone I’d have to reassure every day or who would make me feel like a complete loser (in comparison). I tried to get past the latter (reasons to dislike her) and even told her as much when I felt pressured to explain why I wasn’t jumping onto the marriage train.

She vowed to make changes in her own (unhealthy) habits, which suggested potential, though I felt she didn’t have to change just to make a relationship work. There were signs that also suggested she wasn’t going to change so easily, and I had to contend with that…just as she had to contend with my reluctance to change. Ideally, we would have been okay with each other, as we are, and the relationship would have grown from there.

Even when I tried something new outside my comfort zone, I was never charitable enough. [Experience and family have diminished my generosity.] We had different opinions on entertainment and sentimental collections, which was enough to suggest I was going to be pulling teeth just to share something I enjoyed. I’m sure she felt the same about some of her interests. We both had our ideas of thoughtful gifts and felt slighted when the response wasn’t ideal. Within a year, she secretly found an old flame who swept her off her feet; the news hit me like a train, even though she GENTLY informed me.

[Presently, she wants to remain friends, but it’s a tough sales pitch to make, considering we came close to having something…and then it was off the table. Every time I get the feeling I want to hold her and/or open up to her, I feel pressured by my conscience to withdraw. That’s not my place, anymore. If I had someone who swept me off my feet, we might meet on common ground and mind our distance. But, until that happens, there are barriers to friendship.]

I once said, if we couldn’t be eternally happy together (because I wasn’t sure this woman was “the one”), we’d help each other find our soulmates and attend both weddings. Her (second) wedding came before I could meet the guy, who I did not get the chance to approve; so I couldn’t exactly jump into a tux and fly down to her place. Still, I cried over being a lousy friend (and she did not).

I think the lesson was I should have trusted my gut, which wasn’t fully satisfied with what little I knew about the woman from the time we had together, even though I believed it was just a matter of warming up to someone who was a bit hasty with her own affections (and expectations). I was seduced by her kindness and inner strength. When she cried, I couldn’t get her to talk with me. She wanted marriage before I could even say “I love you.” Sometimes, timing matters, and we don’t always get as much time as we’d like with someone we consider a possibility.

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(3) Intelligence may be innate but it also comes with learning; when you retain what you learn, you become more intelligent. I guess that makes me fairly intelligent. But, I’m no Jeopardy champion. [Ha. ‘No way I’d ever win on that show without sheer luck.]

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(4) When respect, fueled by proper mutual understanding, becomes affectionate, when it feels nice and warm like a generous hug, that’s compassion. Compassion goes beyond common respect by showing great depth of understanding, and it typically requires two people sharing a form of kindness. Respect keeps two people within a safe range of behavior. Compassion proves any range can be safe because there is great mutual understanding. Compassion is respect beyond mere words or heeded boundaries. You detect or sense respect in your mind. You feel compassion in the depths of your heart and, possibly, your soul.

Sometimes, compassion feels like a violation. A person claims to know you well enough and decides they need to do something to change your current situation. You feel like they just took your clothes, your dignity. I’m not the best judge of this. But, if the other person takes action for your benefit, it should eventually feel right in your heart. If you persist in feeling violated, even when someone is trying to help you, there is no compassion. However, if you can take the wild ride of uncertainty and admit you feel better, afterward, you might reward the compassion you received with some of your own (not to be confused with passion).

There’s a difference between unconditional love and being fully understanding of someone’s needs (and boundaries). Compassion is a two-way street that involves understanding each other, knowing when to be affectionate and when to mind your distance, knowing what makes another person happy rather than simply doing something with the intent to create happiness. Compassion is not mindless loving or denial of a person’s current mood.

17
Aug
22

Living in a Simulated World, 8-17-2022

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Sarcastic kudos to all the tech giants who have contributed something to turning every human being on this planet into some sort of mindless NPC. [That’s NON-PLAYABLE CHARACTER…to those who don’t already know the gaming lingo.] You are heralded for and exceedingly wealthy from your works, but the rest of humankind pays for your twisted genius, mentally, physically, financially…the amount of payment for the praise you take to the bank is overwhelming and often goes unseen by the average eye.

What am I ranting about, now? Well, let me tell ya, you wee blighters! And, ye be kind enough to listen, ay? [I don’t know why I just turned into a Scotsman.]

Since the dawn of the internet, people have begun to lose their bodily functions, their compassion and general awareness of others. Gluing eyes to glowing screens, more and more as those glowing screens promise, beckon and dazzle with increasingly complex and vivid arrays of…stuff, humans have begun degrading into mindless occupants of space. It’s amazing any of us can hold a job without being some Borg drone. [That’s a Star-Trek reference, folks, in case…yea, you’ve probably already exhausted your attention span and are now looking at another screen to absorb…something fleeting. If not, if you’re still with me, here, good for you; you’re still human.]

I’ve played a wide range of games, some better than others, some easier on the eyes and not likely to make me nauseous the way many of the fast-paced 3-D games do. And, I’ve encountered a variety of NPCs. But, the general rule with NPCs seems to be limited speech/interaction. They don’t do or say much, just a line or two and some repetitive movement to show they exist and do something. That’s better than a motionless image on a background, I guess. If you’re lucky, bringing something back to the NPC earns a new response; sometimes that’s the key to and/or the treat of the game. Your goal might be to figure out what excites or upsets the NPC and deliver that (for points, a prize or just the experience/reaction).

Recently, I’ve been noticing how people in my own “real” world are acting more and more like NPCs. You approach them, they greet you (if they’re human enough to be that kind) and if you are so inclined to confess something to them, the response is too often disappointing and static. Some, including family, repeat the same tiresome lines you’ve heard countless times; you don’t need that. Some, including family, barely acknowledge what you’ve said, like children absorbed in some TV show or video game; they might glance in your direction and/or make a sound, but they don’t have anything intelligent (not to mention kind) to say in response.

Some use phrases you’d expect to find in a book of famous and trending quotes. “You just take it one day at a time.” “All that matters is what YOU think.” You desperately want some compassion and understanding, but all you get is NPC behavior. So much for “love thy neighbor.”

Surely, if you’ve played as many video games as I have, you’ve encountered this, the background character who offers so little, even if they seem charming and inviting, like someone you’d want as a friend. It’s about as lousy as a game of The Sims, in which dialogue is reduced to a few repeating strings of nonsense voiced by one man and one woman in some recording studio. You get more out of the little bubbles/boxes that pop up to tell you someone is bored or upset. Imagine that. Imagine all human interaction being reduced to the grunts of cavepeople and glowing boxes that appear overhead to indicate what people are feeling…if they even feel anything once technology has taken over all life on the planet.

So, while science and especially PBS shows keep pitching crap about people looking to the stars with wonder, wondering about life on other planets, I’m inclined to wrinkle my brow in fury and say it’s all a lame cover for what’s really happening, submission to the overly wealthy tech giants, the select few who will ultimately wipe out all other organic life on the planet, eventually including their own…which doesn’t upset them in the least because they’ve already probably submitted to some evil robotic entity that promised them eternal virtual life as part of some database, some matrix. Those who refuse to convert to “tech-mindedness” absorb pressure upon pressure until they break, one way or another, including myself. How much stress can they take before they (we) explode or commit suicide?

……Sorry. I’m not sure what else to say, at the moment. I sort of burnt out my rant supply. I’d say this is just food for thought, something to ponder as you pick and poke among the online materials available…which gets me thinking…if there ARE still genuine human beings out there, somewhere, they probably don’t even look at the internet. So, all of my philosophical words are sort of wasted, here…typical. The REAL ears are hidden away, somewhere, like an ancient race of elves slipping through the dreary parts of this world as they go about their magical lives, oblivious to the tragedy. I just haven’t found a secret doorway to their ideal world, yet.

Uhp. Here come the tech overlords. Everybody who still has a heart and conscience, look blank-faced and limit your words to a single phrase, so you won’t be assimilated. [And, ya know, you can’t spell “assimilate” without ASS. There sure seems to be enough ASS to go up the crack in our universe and back, again.]

08
Sep
21

Response to Wife of Intolerant Husband Who Hates Pixie Haircuts

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Response to (Anonymous) Wife of Intolerant Husband Who Hates Pixie Haircuts

Original column titled: Husband says he can’t be sexually attracted to spouse with pixie haircut (by Carolyn Hax)

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[You can find my other responses to various advice columns by clicking the page link/tab above.  Normally, I’d go through the process of adding this to that list.  But, right now, it’s not a top priority.  But, I’ll still post these as they spring from my emotional core.]

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The Anonymous wife says she doesn’t know what to do about her husband’s demanding behavior, regarding her own hair. She wants to vary its length to help cope with changing seasons/temperatures. Her otherwise long hair is too hot in summer months. Her husband blatantly refuses to be intimate with her when/while she has short hair, claiming it’s not an attractive look on her. The couple has already dealt with a previous threat of divorce and therapy, with a strong focus on the dispute over the wife’s hair.

Carolyn Hax analyzes contexts of dialogue, including a possible concern for feminism. But, specifically, in this woman’s case, the options for action are not made clear. She ends with suggesting the wife should simply say she is uncomfortable with the situation.

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Carolyn! Carolyn! What are you even saying?! I thought I was getting knee-deep in Shakespeare. I’m not sure if you are looking for a legal (lawsuit) angle or trying to gauge the wife’s need for a divorce. You go to great lengths to say very little and leave me fairly confused. I’d say you were scrambling to fill space. [You could have stopped at “We either accept it or leave.” That, I fear, is how this case resolves if friendship and/or love between two spirits isn’t sufficient.]

How is the wife supposed to decode all of that? I sure cannot. And, I don’t think anyone needs “sweet sorrow” in this or any case. Juliet is having hot flashes and wants to cut her hair. Romeo is being hard-nosed about his affections and holding a dagger etched with the word DIVORCE. Why does this have to become a courtroom thing or some psychological textbook?

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Oh, fair anonymous wife with no clue what to do about her husband. Fair thee well to your long hair. Cut it as you will…with the understanding that sir husband will not be intimate with you until it returns to a longer length (that is if he can wait). Accept his conditional love and your freedom to do with your hair as you feel right in doing. Surely, a loveless season can still be enjoyed as a couple who truly loves each other. Love is not just sex.

If that is not possible…if he threatens to divorce over the hair, then I question the nature and roots of this relationship. Do you mean to say you never had short hair all the time you were with this man before marriage? [Just to be clear, I said BEFORE marriage. I know you mentioned a previous divorce/therapy situation DURING the marriage.] If you did, how did he not make it clear, then, that he didn’t accept it? Did you just laugh and dismiss his disapproval? How did he agree to marry or propose, knowing he had a fussy outlook on your hair?

Keep this in mind, regardless what you may read or do. If he is this upset over short hair, what would he do if you had to shave your head or lost some of that lovely long hair? If you had a certain scary illness and had to lose your hair, would that send him running, never to return? If he cannot be a loving husband with you as a bald woman, then, I guess, the marriage needs to be ended. The previous divorce threat was not resolved; it was just suppressed.

I like to say…a true evaluation of marriage potential is to ask yourself a number of questions regarding how your partner might change and if you could accept those changes/differences. I’ve heard people mention trying to imagine your partner’s worse flaw being ten times worse than it is now as the true test of one’s feelings. I’d say it’s good to work through some of those BEFORE marriage. In the case of a someone’s hair, when you are “dating,” have the person alter their hairstyle a few ways to see how that affects your feelings.

In my case, does the woman I am with look as nice with her hair up and down? If it’s so much of a concern, should I still be with this woman? Perhaps, instead, I need to ask myself if my love runs deeper than the woman’s appearance. Do I love her spirit, her soul, more than I care about her appearance?

That’s the true measure, the scales, of love.

[I suppose I’d personally find this uncomfortable if pressured to do so; I’m rather sensitive about my thinning hair (and the condition/quality of my hair, in general). So, I suggest a more suggestive or wait-and-see approach than coming right out and telling someone to shave their head.]

Also, ask yourself this question. What about HIS hair? Are you, in any way, affected by the condition of his hair? Are you just as content with him fully haired, balding or bald?

[Maybe you two should both shave your heads and have a little bald-couple therapy (session).]

[And, perish the thought, what if even intimacy was disabled? What if conventional sex was no longer an option because of some accident/handicap? Would that ice the love you two should be sharing?]

Let me share a few personal memories/examples.

I once had a female friend who became very close to me at a very young age. I truly wish I had the chance to marry her; but that didn’t happen. When I first met her, she had some of the most beautiful, long, brown hair (and a twinkling smile that could ignite any heart). Not many years later, she had it all cut off, leaving her with an unattractive shrub-cut. Now, keep in mind, I was only 8 or 9, having this reaction. And, I put up with the lousy haircut for a number of years because I truly loved the girl (though I could never say it, due to peer pressure). When we graduated elementary school together, she had finally adopted a change of styles, one I favored and thought was so mature for her. Alas, she began dating someone else, told me we were “just friends” one last time and drifted away. [Well, at least, it became too difficult for me to remain friends with someone dating someone else–when my feelings for her ran so deep–among other changes that happened. When she stopped contacting me; I stopped trying to contact her.]

At a previous job, I met and fell in love with a sassy, witty woman who had dazzling, pale blonde hair; I assumed it was natural and adored the cut and length. A few years later, she cut it horribly short. I did not approve but did my best to accept her decision. We were not in a relationship and not exactly close; but I wished we were (closer). One thing that kept us apart was her smoking. [I cannot hope to marry someone who is a smoker; it’s a family curse/burden.] Another was her concern over the age difference; she felt too old for me. Ironically, she gave up the smoking soon after agreeing to marry some other guy.

In either case, had we been in the relationship I desired, I would have put up with the short hair; but I would be clear that my attraction is affected. I would not be as inclined to be sexually intimate with her while she displayed the shorter, unattractive hair. [I’d still be intimate with sharing my feelings and doing my best to be a supportive friend/partner.] I am not sure that would come to divorce proceedings, though. Instead, I’d look for activities we could still share that would, potentially, improve our mood or crack the walls of my disapproval, so we still could be intimate if the spark reappeared. I’d discuss other possible hairstyles which might be just as short but more appealing (and outfits to pair with the short hairdo that would perk my interest/mood). I’ve been known to apply humor where and when I can; sometimes you can still have fun with another person, even though you’re not exactly “in the mood” all of the time. [Remember, even in marriage, love isn’t just passion; it’s the best of friendships and teamwork.]

I recall a third woman I once met online, who looked great with her hair down. …Buuuut, when she wore it in a ponytail or bun, suddenly I noticed her ears and something inexplicably strange about her face. I was less attracted, based upon the arrangement of her hair (and the haunting image of a former nemesis seen in her face), leaving me concerned about pursuing the relationship. I cringed at the thought of telling her what was stopping me (and, thus, never said anything). I guess it was safer for me to see the sign(s) and move away than get involved and deal with the consequences. Yet, I let her appearance get in the way of learning enough about her as a person. Maybe, had I tried harder, I would have discovered her friendship was more precious than her varying looks.

A fourth (coincidental) case involves a woman I met online who first showed me a picture of herself with a pixie haircut. My first response was to say she looked like Harry Potter. That…didn’t go over well. I admitted I am not fond of short haircuts…at least, not often. [Face matters; hair, though a big attraction, merely complements the face. And, I am partial to women with lush, long hair.] But, the more time I spent communicating with the foreigner, the more I liked her. Eventually, I didn’t care much what sort of hair she had, as long as she didn’t do something shockingly unnatural and we were happy together. [Talk of plastic surgery and diet extremes were quickly shunned.] Unfortunately, events unfolded which eroded my feelings and eventually took her from me, spoiling any chance of a lasting relationship. But, because of her, I began developing a new appreciation for women with short hair and sorting out what styles were more or less attractive, figuring out what appeals to and what repels me. [And, that brought me back to the importance of the face and the spirit within, which should radiate from the face.]

Now, if I wanted to cut down my slant on Carolyn’s advice to the shortest of texts, I’d simply say divorce seems likely. And, yes, the crust of the case is superficial, quite possibly implying that your husband married a photograph, a centerfold; not a spirit he cherished.

Though I don’t know you two well enough, what seems clear is that this haircut decision is not intended to irk the man. You are not cutting your hair to “poke the hornet nest.” Right? It is for your well-being, not vanity or spite. He should understand your discomfort and how greater comfort would make being intimate easier on you both…unless he gets some strange arousal out of you being sweaty and miserable.

[I once told a woman not to get a breast reduction because she was blessed with…well, an amazing bosom. I applauded nature and thought I was being respectful instead of vain and/or superficial. I was also concerned how the operation might fail or scar her…and if subsequent operations would be requested when/if she felt the first was insufficient. She felt–for whatever reason–uncomfortable with her chest, though she proceed to flaunt and mess with my mind; she is the sort who asks for consent and then does something, anyway, even if anyone objects. I applaud her audacity/tenacity, but it didn’t improve our relationship, which never fully blossomed.]

If there is any hope of retaining the relationship, you two SHOULD be able to reach a compromise that doesn’t feel like a jail sentence. The situation should not be tense or require a paperwork handshake. If you feel like you might need to call a crisis hotline, then I suspect the situation is very tense.

Is there ANY chance you two could enjoy doing things together that would not necessarily be intimate but just as enjoyable in more friendly way? If you’re not couch potatoes, GET OUTSIDE! Embrace nature. Fool around at the beach or in a forest/park setting. Retreat to your youth, rejuvenate and recall what it’s like to just have fun together, again. [You two DO know how to have fun together; right? Not just bump body parts and get overheated?]

And, is there ANY chance you could make your husband understand that your hair will vary in length and style to suit your needs (not just his) while still being the same supportive, loving, fun person he married x-number of years ago? [I know it might seem like a pointless question…but I’ll ask it, again, if necessary, to get back to the roots of the matter.] Could you page through a selection of short hairstyles, compare opinions and come to a happy compromise, finding one you both accept and can enjoy?

[I have a sister who has had some lousy short haircuts over the years. She used to have such nice long hair. I only wish I had a suggestion for her; but, in my family, countering one’s decision is too often the recipe for painful dispute. So, I must just “grin and bear it” when I am with her, rather than ruin the precious time we get to spend together.]

If not, then you know the painful deed that must be done. There’s no use putting a bandage on it and waiting more years to deal with it. You never needed an advice columnist’s opinion (or mine). We don’t know you two well enough to make a better assessment than you already have. You just need a sympathetic friend to hold you steady as you make the seemingly difficult move.

24
Jan
17

My Response to “Full of Feeling in Arizona” (Dear Abby)

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Now available for your viewing and opinion on the designated page

A married woman wishes her husband of 30+ years was more emotional, particularly when someone dies.  Dear Abby gave her a quick, chilling slap to the face.  I gave her a novella’s worth of options to consider.

04
Aug
14

There Is a Bed–wishful version

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There’s a bed waiting for me,
Waiting to fold me into its fluffy, yielding covers,
Waiting to accept and embrace me in its comfort,
Waiting to share thoughts and opinions,
Waiting to make the senseless reasonable,
Waiting to make the arduous easier to conquer,
Waiting to make paperwork and materialism go away,
Waiting to dismiss gossip and politics,
Waiting to nurture trust and faith,
Waiting to dispel bitterness and despair,
Waiting to work out differences,
Waiting to find the missing puzzle piece,
Waiting to connect the dots,
Waiting to teach me a lesson and learn something new,
Waiting to explore,
Waiting to occasionally forgo exploring and be content where we are,
Waiting to be creative,
Waiting to leave behind clever notes and invitations,
Waiting to reward attendance,
Waiting to exchange massages,
Waiting to gaze upon the stars with mutual speculation,
Waiting to share a pizza or two,
Waiting to share movies both good and bad.
Waiting to share fantasies.
Waiting to share games and cartoons like eternal youths,
Waiting to share music, dance and song,
Waiting to share stories,
Waiting to compose masterpieces as a team,
Waiting to craft costumes and attend masquerades,
Waiting to paint the town any number of colors,
Waiting to plan the next adventure,
Waiting to show and see there is nothing to fear,
Waiting to accompany me on the journey,
Waiting to provide time and space for solitary meditation,
Waiting to welcome me back when that moment has passed,
Waiting to remind me why I like it so much,
Waiting to wipe the dirt from my face (or ignore it),
Waiting to nurse my bruises,
Waiting to strip me of my woes,
Waiting to turn my frown with a kiss,
Waiting to dazzle me with her hair,
Waiting to move me with her eyes,
Waiting to explore me with her strong yet delicate fingers,
Waiting to peel out of her mousy disguise,
Waiting to inspire me with the beauty of her craftsmanship,
Waiting to accent the moment with the proper setting,
Waiting to growl at thunder and yelp at lightning,
Waiting to run and laugh in the rain,
Waiting to find a hiding place at the beach or in the forest,
Waiting to fill the space with candles, leaves and flower petals,
Waiting to purr beneath a full moon,
Waiting to roll in the mud, pudding, leaves, sand or snow,
Waiting to get messy and clean up after ourselves,
Waiting to be sensible and not reckless with our passions,
Waiting to make sure we won’t be disturbed,
Waiting to cast off the preconceived notions of others,
Waiting to liberate our senses,
Waiting to rest peacefully side-by-side,
Waiting to let the perfumes evaporate from our bodies,
Waiting to share a hot bath or shower,
Waiting to make the most of sponges, bubbles and lather,
Waiting for a private turn before sharing a spontaneous slumber party,
Waiting to stay up all night and yet not lose a day,
Waiting to be loved,
Waiting to reassure me I will never be alone,
Waiting to wipe away the tears of doubt,
Waiting to elate with a smile when given a sign of hope,
Waiting to rise with the sun,
Waiting to breathe new life into each other,
Waiting to face the next day with renewed energy.
Waiting to pool strengths and bear with the weaknesses of aging,
Waiting to face death without fear,
Waiting to be thankful for and celebrate what we shared,
Waiting to return what was given,
Waiting to move on in peace.
There’s a bed waiting for me.
And, it feels so good to be home.

 

~Writingbolt, 7-30-2014

[In one of my rare attempts at poetry, this is the uplifting alternative to what first

came out as a negative, emotional outburst.]




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