Get This Straight!
Nov 08, 2002
There exists a misconception that for a person to have many significant people in his life, each person much receive proportionally less regard. For the sake of argument, let's call this regard "specialness". Here is the formula:
As the number of significant people in one's life increases, so increases:
1) One's total capacity to love.
The more people around, the greater the number of opportunities to have meaningful interractions, thus, a greater capacity to love.
2) One's appreciation for each person as a special and unique individual.
In order to appreciate a person for what they are, we have to know what they're not. Knowing a variety of people, all with their own unique strengths, weaknesses, and quirky personality traits, is a good (if not the only) way to gain this perspective.
Here's a question for you that my teachers might call an "active learning exercise". Gah.
If a person was friends with everybody in the world, and out of everybody, he/she chose to spend time with you, would you feel more or less special than if the person had few or no friends?
Ok, enough cerebral analytical math bullshit. Let's get personal. I wrote this entry because I discovered that an ex-lover vilified me to a girl that I had been smooching occasionally at the time. She told her that no girl was ever special to me, and said that she must be just another one in a long line of insignificants. She was successful in her vilification, and I resent her intensely for that. As best as I can figure, she deluded herself with these mis-truths about me as some sort of coping mechanism, all because I didn't want her the way that she wanted me.
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
And that's the truth.
It sucks when things go sour, but I prefer to at least be polite. Oh well. This single life sure has it's pitfalls.
-dramatic change of topic-
And now a little something for the occasional hetero-sexual male who reads the site. Check out my adorable friend Karyn!
You may recognize her from the hit-and-run adventure we had BACK IN THE DAY. Yep, this is K-rims in the all-too-cute flesh.
She's 23, single, thin, kindof shortish, and lives here in Austin. She needs a man to keep her warm on these cold Texas winter nights and to treat her like the lady she is. Karyn likes rock music and funky Austin haunts. I've seen her dance, and boys, watch out! She puts J-LO to shame. That's not to imply that Karyn has a ghetto-booty. Oh no, quite the opposite. Her ass is so fine it's like two grapefruits kissing. She dresses like a rockstar. She isn't failing out of college or anything. No readily apparent psychotic disorders. And she has her own wheels, too. Damn, that is one smoooooooove ride.
So boys, write to Karyn at Karyn@koax.org today. Send a photo, age, and telephone #, and if you're not too lame, you just might be the lucky fella who gets to take her out.