Optimism vs Realism
Life is full of unexpected turns, just like any journey.
I don't get on here much. Probably just a couple times a year. When something goes wrong in your life, sometimes it's easier to write it down to really feel what your heart is feeling. I am a very passionate person, and I've always known that. Sometimes it can be overwhelming. I honestly don't think a single person is meant to handle the vast amount of emotion that I hold in one conversation. It's almost unbearable at times.
I think Brian has a false idea about the way a person is supposed to feel, and I believe I have that same problem. It would be indescribably perfect if it weren't for that our ideas are on opposite ends of the spectrum. He has a terrible tendency to believe that emotions are not meant to be played out, whether your a male or female is of no consequence. I know that may sound like your "typical man", but I would say that most men feel or eventually will feel some sort of sympathy. I have only ever seen that in Brian once that I can remember, and it was because it would have drastically effected his life. Like I said earlier, I am a very passionate person and with that comes a "heart-on-the-sleeve-scenario". It is very frustrating. I have been working on smothering my emotions down to gasping ashes, but I find little luck in this escapade.
I have always been able to see the light at the end of the tunnel, in any situation. It's been that way through out my entire life, and I've always considered it a blessing. I still do, to some extent. I do, however, finding myself wishing that I could see situations for what they are - black & white. That is literally impossible for me. It's not even gray, it's as if true colors come through and it blinds me. Again, it's very frustrating. Most of the time, I just want to talk it through. It would be... perfect if he was just capable of listening. I don't think that will happen, ever. "When it's good... it's perfect. When it's bad... it's straight out of a horror movie." That's what I always say about our relationship. Between my over exaggerated emotions and his flaming temper... I am literally the "premium" gasoline to his already red hot fire.
We enjoy all the same things. We are both easily amused and pleased with beautiful sights, smells and sounds. We both are passionate about animals. Our beliefs are parallel, and we basically always know what we will say before the other finishes a sentence. Well that part can be frustrating because it leaves little reason for communication, but it's still incredible. I could wait on him a thousand years until he returns from his wars, and I would love him just as dearly as the day I met him. Hm. Love. That word didn't ever truly exist until I met Brian. When I feel like I have come to that "dead end" we all know about, it paralyzes me. It would be... impossible. It would be a hole in my chest, just as described in books and movies. So in my optimistic way of thinking, I can only conclude that it has to work out in some way. Otherwise, the gift I have been given... the light at the end of the tunnel will have faded into the black. I just don't believe in unhappy endings.
I don't get on here much. Probably just a couple times a year. When something goes wrong in your life, sometimes it's easier to write it down to really feel what your heart is feeling. I am a very passionate person, and I've always known that. Sometimes it can be overwhelming. I honestly don't think a single person is meant to handle the vast amount of emotion that I hold in one conversation. It's almost unbearable at times.
I think Brian has a false idea about the way a person is supposed to feel, and I believe I have that same problem. It would be indescribably perfect if it weren't for that our ideas are on opposite ends of the spectrum. He has a terrible tendency to believe that emotions are not meant to be played out, whether your a male or female is of no consequence. I know that may sound like your "typical man", but I would say that most men feel or eventually will feel some sort of sympathy. I have only ever seen that in Brian once that I can remember, and it was because it would have drastically effected his life. Like I said earlier, I am a very passionate person and with that comes a "heart-on-the-sleeve-scenario". It is very frustrating. I have been working on smothering my emotions down to gasping ashes, but I find little luck in this escapade.
I have always been able to see the light at the end of the tunnel, in any situation. It's been that way through out my entire life, and I've always considered it a blessing. I still do, to some extent. I do, however, finding myself wishing that I could see situations for what they are - black & white. That is literally impossible for me. It's not even gray, it's as if true colors come through and it blinds me. Again, it's very frustrating. Most of the time, I just want to talk it through. It would be... perfect if he was just capable of listening. I don't think that will happen, ever. "When it's good... it's perfect. When it's bad... it's straight out of a horror movie." That's what I always say about our relationship. Between my over exaggerated emotions and his flaming temper... I am literally the "premium" gasoline to his already red hot fire.
We enjoy all the same things. We are both easily amused and pleased with beautiful sights, smells and sounds. We both are passionate about animals. Our beliefs are parallel, and we basically always know what we will say before the other finishes a sentence. Well that part can be frustrating because it leaves little reason for communication, but it's still incredible. I could wait on him a thousand years until he returns from his wars, and I would love him just as dearly as the day I met him. Hm. Love. That word didn't ever truly exist until I met Brian. When I feel like I have come to that "dead end" we all know about, it paralyzes me. It would be... impossible. It would be a hole in my chest, just as described in books and movies. So in my optimistic way of thinking, I can only conclude that it has to work out in some way. Otherwise, the gift I have been given... the light at the end of the tunnel will have faded into the black. I just don't believe in unhappy endings.