I'm still trying to feel out exactly what it is I want to say, and how I want to say it. At what point of disclosure does one become self-absorbed?
My conversation with
Drew the other night clinched it:
I'm not the type of person who has, in the past felt good with overt displays of emotion.
Sure, I'm an actor. When called on to produce some semblance of pain, disgust, anger, hatred, lust, I can do it in the drop of a hat. That's what we do. How many of us carry that over into our daily lives? From media manipulation (am I invited to the wedding,
Affleck?) to just plain manipulation, Hollywood is crawling with untruths and half-truths and perhaps no truth at all.
I guess at the heart of it all, I'm a midwest boy. I never grew out of it. I was taught to be polite to others. Mind my P's and Q's. Never speak until spoken to. Respect women and open the door for them. Say Please. Don't forget thank you. Be honest to a fault. True love is forever.
The last two seem to be the ones I'm clashing with, at the moment.
I know it's a standard cliche'. Is it truly possible to love someone without being in love with them? Is it just the natural progression of a marriage?