You make me think. You challenge me to do so, in fact, often by asking the simplest of questions. And when you ask, I know it is because you are genuinely interested in knowing what I am going to say, how I will respond, and then, once I have answered, you ask "why", to gain a deeper understanding, which often forces me to examine myselr, my thoughts...
It is an amazingly valuable gift, and one that you give with humor and gentleness, even if the questions aren't easy.
Hmmm. Thank you for putting it in positive terms. But many folk think and, at the end, consider themselves no more improved for the effort expended. I'm pretty sure you'd have been just as thoughtful without my involvement.
I hate to think of 'forcing you' to do anything -- even examine yourself. For me, thought is often play and I often lose sight of the fact that others don't always consider it as such. For any non-consensual thinking I may have imposed on you, I apologize.
You have given me a deeper understanding of what being successfully poly means to me - through listening to me, talking to me and sharing your thoughts with me, you have helped me to see and understand more about myself and the lifestyle I have chosen to embrace. And in subtle ways, you have taught me lots about how to communicate, refining my own cummunication style as well as reminding me that others my hear or say differently than I do.
Side note: Come. See kittens. They are not small any longer, unless you are comparing them against their apparent true kin: the puma. Besides, we miss you :) (If I tell you that I now have an electric hairbrush will that entice you?)
You gave, and still give, me hope. You allow me to read some of your innermost workings, your fears which echo so many of my own, and I see how you face them, and gently rout them, and instead embrace the joy offered you. Perhaps it takes time, perhaps it is not immediate, but it happens, and it reminds my cynical heart that sometimes, just sometimes, the storybook endings happen.
When one looks in a mirror, and has the courage to see, how is one not changed? In so many ways you are my mirror. There are so many parallels we share, so many things we have in common and so many ways do our minds work similarly. In the foundations of who I am now, you are there. One of the times my life changed the most, one of the points to which I can trace nearly all of my current friendships and fortunes, was when we met. You taught me to dance (square!), you taught me that not all women were crazy and that some were even worth dating.
What you have given me ties very deeply into a post I need to write, because you were the second woman I met who was "like me". Loud, intelligent, brash, and unashamed to be exactly who she was, and you helped teach me self-acceptance.
I've waited a few days to see if I could come up with a better response than the one that immediately popped in my mind. But I didn't. So here it is.
Wow. You shame me.
I never realized just how much I impacted you. I know how much meeting and knowing you has affected me. Especially in the formation of who I am and who I strive to be.
You put it in better words than I ever could. I have forgotten the person you once met, and in this response, you've reminded me of who I was and how I should try to be like her again.
Wow... The funny part about trying to define how you have changed my live is more trying to figure out how you haven't, or what was you and what was circumstance.
The easy, lighthearted one is that you showed me that being girly can be fun (espadrilles!) and that yes, sometimes a woman does need an extra pair of shoes.
But more importantly, you taught me that I *can* have something in common with a "girly girl" - something I spent a long time thinking wasn't so. And you taught me how to embrace that in me which is feminine, without it being a threat, and that is a greater thing than you may realize.
I will never be a skirt wearin' hottie, and glam isn't my scene. But sometimes. a little bit of lipstick makes me feel pretty. And if it weren't for you, I am not sure I would be able to accept that. Someday, you might actually be able to teach me some style :) (Actually,,, I went shopping voluntarily, and got some clothes I think you would heartily approve of :)
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It is an amazingly valuable gift, and one that you give with humor and gentleness, even if the questions aren't easy.
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I hate to think of 'forcing you' to do anything -- even examine yourself. For me, thought is often play and I often lose sight of the fact that others don't always consider it as such. For any non-consensual thinking I may have imposed on you, I apologize.
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You have given me a deeper understanding of what being successfully poly means to me - through listening to me, talking to me and sharing your thoughts with me, you have helped me to see and understand more about myself and the lifestyle I have chosen to embrace. And in subtle ways, you have taught me lots about how to communicate, refining my own cummunication style as well as reminding me that others my hear or say differently than I do.
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Side note: Come. See kittens. They are not small any longer, unless you are comparing them against their apparent true kin: the puma. Besides, we miss you :) (If I tell you that I now have an electric hairbrush will that entice you?)
You gave, and still give, me hope. You allow me to read some of your innermost workings, your fears which echo so many of my own, and I see how you face them, and gently rout them, and instead embrace the joy offered you. Perhaps it takes time, perhaps it is not immediate, but it happens, and it reminds my cynical heart that sometimes, just sometimes, the storybook endings happen.
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When one looks in a mirror, and has the courage to see, how is one not changed? In so many ways you are my mirror. There are so many parallels we share, so many things we have in common and so many ways do our minds work similarly. In the foundations of who I am now, you are there. One of the times my life changed the most, one of the points to which I can trace nearly all of my current friendships and fortunes, was when we met. You taught me to dance (square!), you taught me that not all women were crazy and that some were even worth dating.
What you have given me ties very deeply into a post I need to write, because you were the second woman I met who was "like me". Loud, intelligent, brash, and unashamed to be exactly who she was, and you helped teach me self-acceptance.
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Wow. You shame me.
I never realized just how much I impacted you. I know how much meeting and knowing you has affected me. Especially in the formation of who I am and who I strive to be.
You put it in better words than I ever could. I have forgotten the person you once met, and in this response, you've reminded me of who I was and how I should try to be like her again.
Love you hunny!
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...and I can not express to you how much I absolutely adore this icon of you! The hat is fabulous!
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The easy, lighthearted one is that you showed me that being girly can be fun (espadrilles!) and that yes, sometimes a woman does need an extra pair of shoes.
But more importantly, you taught me that I *can* have something in common with a "girly girl" - something I spent a long time thinking wasn't so. And you taught me how to embrace that in me which is feminine, without it being a threat, and that is a greater thing than you may realize.
I will never be a skirt wearin' hottie, and glam isn't my scene. But sometimes. a little bit of lipstick makes me feel pretty. And if it weren't for you, I am not sure I would be able to accept that. Someday, you might actually be able to teach me some style :) (Actually,,, I went shopping voluntarily, and got some clothes I think you would heartily approve of :)
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You went shopping voluntarily??? Splendid! My evil plan is finally coming together!
Where is my Mr Burns icon when I need it most?????
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