Relayshunships

Re-lay-shun-ship... Breaking it up into small parts, I will make an attempt to understand it. Relay, its a race, a competition at times, the eye staring staunchly on the prize. Shun, this may have something to do with how we treat those not in relationships, or those, swingers that try to take our mate. Ship, seems to elude to a type of journey, with twists and turns, rocky points, trials, and tribulations. Relayshunships, can serve different purposes. Some may be for the purpose of marriage, procreation, fulfilling life's purpose, ecetera ecetera. Some, may be leading towards that direction, in a long term agreement. Some are new-bies, the stench of mystery and "the unknown" drenching them. Yet others are more casual. Maintaining some basic rules, but keeping distance. Others, are not built to last, more built to sustain a one night type of engagement....I respect each type of relationship, I believe each has a place and purpose to an end. Not needed to be experienced by all, but important to know. In the instance of relationships, is the end the same for each? Eventually,half of those darling marriages will fail, due to divorce, those leading up to it, may break up. The ones lasting several years having a delightful burning type of resentment attached to them, due to their longevity, comfort, and exposure to the others' world. The newbies, well, the scent of newness wears off, if they are strong enough to survive, Godspeed! but for the others, the initial intoxication was not enough. Those one-evening engagements, are fun,but tend to leave one feeling, somewhat unfulfilled, unsatisfied, some leading to question motives, of either emotional need fulfillment or dysfunctional assessment of self worth.
So, what can we say about it? Essentially, we are on the ship together, some at more sturdy points in the current then others, but never knowing what direction fate may turn it. I suppose one truly takes a risk when handling another. Their baggage, their past, their quirks, their devices. Mixing the chemicals of yourself with them, can create either a masterpiece or a chemical war-zone. Its a scary ride, but one worth the risk.

Wear Sunscreen.

"Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth."


We each have our own bits of advice, created by mounds of experience, recycled to form something useful to someone else. Just the idea of this makes humanity worth being around for. The experience of LIFE. Damn, its not the greatest, but you sure as hell come up with some interesting information along the way. The best part is, you never stop learning or growing, unless of course you choose to stop searching, yearning for it. I love the idea that, yes, we all have our bag-o-shit but, we can sift through it, dig up a golden piece here and there, dust off the mistakes, tragiedies, errors that we experienced, and then pass it along to someone new.
The unfortunate piece is this: One can never truely appreciate or understand this "Recycled Advice" until they've lived it themselves.


Thats all for this evening, just a bit of nostalgia coming back to me...

Heres the vid.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vbet-84hnCc&feature=related

Are you Listening?!?!

Listen...If my 23yr aged brain can conjure one bit of sound advice, it would be this: Listen. I had an interesting conversation with someone the other day. Previously, this person wouldnt have been anywhere on my radar of people I wanted to choose conversation with. However, it was one of the those moments when they "just wanna talk" and you "just wanna run". Well this conversation, began by asking me my occupation. I said counseling, and attempted an exit. Stormed by my inability to stop talking about my self, another question insued and, I stayed. We got to talking about counseling and he responded, "all you need is love" I quickly gave reasons to why this is too ideal, wrong for my work setting and useless...,.. But than completely out-of-character for me, I listened...I told my brain to shut up, and just listened. I realized for the first time ever, that human contact required subsiding ones view, in order to meet a person on the same plain. Of course, I still did not agree with some of his viewpoint, but this time i didnt combat. I just listened. And after i had listened, and returned back to my own thoughts, I realized I was having an almost out of body experience. Listening, not anaylizing why, Listening, even though I still thought he was wrong, I felt different. It was as if i was hearing someone speak for the first time. I am a singer, music lover, and amatuer musician, but for the first time..i was listening. It felt so different and good, that I needed to write about it. So i rememeber. LISTEN TO PEOPLE, dont just nod your head, but really listen. You would be suprised at how much you dont know, if you just stopped thinking YOU wrote the book on it all..Its not a misplay of your confidence, its a demonstration of humbleness.

So, I will start to listen, Im turning 24 in two weeks, I think its about time I started.