I’m a very quiet person, when there’s a problem, I keep it in my head and work around it. Many people confuse that with me trying to avoid the problem, which is untrue. Many gurus will tell you that communication and open discussion is the best way to solve something. I can’t say I agree nor do I disagree, I just have my own methodology. In theory, everything should just work itself out fine. Practically though, this never happens. It’s not surprising though. Not any two people think alike after all.
T.S. Eliot has a poem titled “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”. In it is a line I am enamoured by:
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
I think it’s beautiful because it describes me well. I can have my tea, have my cake, and even share an ice cream with you, and I can be fine. I can wait it out and calculate it in my head. And when I’m ready for it, you best be too.
Winter is dying; snow is melting, the sun is shinning brighter, and my purple hair is now fading back to black. The new season’s on the horizon. I’m excited.