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Love is… Special, Unique and, Very Often, Awe-Inspiring, Wonderful and Infinitely Surprising

Came across this great comment while reading the comments of this post: “Those who believe in soulmates are found to be 150 percent more likely to end up divorced.”

This expresses my feelings on life, love and marriage even better than I could:

Warren Bonesteel
A few quick thoughts…

Soulmates? That’s a bit like a fairy tale. Nice story, but it isn’t real.

Best result: A couple of good friends who can put up with one another’s numerous…peccadilloes. A few shared interests, with both parties involved in separate hobbies and interests. Decent to good sex…while keeping in mind that it’s really business partnership that you’re involved in, not a porn flick.

Marriage is not a fantasy. Your partner is a real human being. Just like you, they have feelings, emotions, successes, failures, good days and bad. Treat them that way. Always.

Ya gotta be practical, pragmatic and grounded in the real world. Have some fun together and apart, but keep it real.

Start with realistic expectations and you’ll do ok. Anything you go into with phantasmagorical expectations is almost certainly doomed to failure.

Perfection? Nobody’s perfect. Don’t even go there.

That’s with one failed marriage and one successful marriage to my…credit. Seven years invested in the first marriage, twenty-six years this go around. I think I may have a handle on things this time.

Romance? Well, yeah. There’s a bit of that, but it isn’t what the relationship revolves around. It revolves around consideration for one another. iow, simple, common courtesy and treating one another, and other people, as if we were all real, live, girls and boys.

Don’t lie to one another. About anything…except that gift you’ve hidden away for a special occasion.

Humor. Don’t forget humor. A more or less shared sense of humor.

Remember the little things. They count.

If you make a mess, clean it up.

In general, act like an adult, not like a little princess or a spoiled prince.

One last thing. What works for your parent’s marriage, your neighbor’s marriage, or for anyone else you know may not work for you and your partner. Like individuals, every marriage is different.

That’s life, and that’s love. Special, unique, and very often, awe-inspiring, wonderful and infintely surprising.

UPDATE: Heh, of course, half the time I feel the way this guy does:

Gawain’s Ghost

Soulmates? Seriously?

I find it amazing how many people believe in these medieval notions of love. And the really funny thing about it is that in medieval romances, the relationships are almost always adulterous, as with Lancelot and Guinevere. Strange considering the penalty for adultery at the time–castration for the man, banishment for the woman. But, in arranged marriages, I guess a woman has to have something to dream about.

I don’t believe in soulmates. I don’t believe in love. I don’t even believe in romance, which may sound strange coming from someone with a master’s degree in Romantic poetry, and a minor in medieval literature.

It’s because I understand romance and medieval literature. The problem here, today, is with the law.

Of course, soulmates get divorced. The law allows it. Some medieval idea of love turns sour, and she can take him for everything he’s got. She can even slap him with child support for children that aren’t his.

This is why I have never gotten married. I do not agree to the terms and conditions of the contract. And don’t quote the Bible to me. I’ve read the Bible, several times, in several different translations. This is not about the Sacrament; it’s about the contract. And I’d rather have the money.

All this talk about love and marriage, soulmates, it’s stupid. I am not about to expose myself to betrayal, abandonment and bankruptcy, because of some idiotic idea of medieval romance. And now she doesn’t like it. I really don’t care.

Love is a fleeting emotion. Romance is a game. Just write some silly love poem, make up some rhymes, throw in the word love, and you’re in. Get real.

The problem here is with the law. She has the absolute right to abort your baby, get knocked up by some boy at a bar, slap you with the child support, leave you, take the house and half of your money, have her boyfriend move in so they can raise their love child together. All on your dime. Why any man would agree to that arrangement is beyond my ability to comprehend.

Change the law. Nothing else matters but that. Change the law. Or stop complaining about it.

Yeah, soulmates, give me a break, they have a high divorce rate. It’s no small wonder. The law allows it.

And the man, what about him? He was stupid enough to marry her. End of story.

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October 4, 2014 , 12:58AM Posted by | Life, Love, Marriage, Relationships, Romance, Sex | , , , , | Comments Off on Love is… Special, Unique and, Very Often, Awe-Inspiring, Wonderful and Infinitely Surprising

Manhood

You know, I tire of the superficial definitions society throws out there for “what makes a man”. Such as “the clothes make the man” or “the watch makes the man” or “the shoes make the man” or “the (alcoholic drink) makes the man” or “you become a man” when you have sex.

None of that superficial nonsense has anything to do with “being a man”.

Your character makes you a man. Your integrity makes you a man. Treating others — especially women — with respect makes you a man. Taking personal responsibility for your actions makes you a man. Dealing with success with humility and dealing with failure with maturity and resilience makes you a man.

Manhood comes from within.

October 20, 2012 , 11:29PM Posted by | Life | , | 1 Comment

First…

First time she caught my eye.
First time I caught hers.
First time she smiled at me.
First time she made my heart skip a beat.

First meeting.
First conversation.
First laugh.
First spark.
First time I knew,
she’s someone special.

First date.
First date nervousness.
First bonding moment.
First connection.

First call the next day.
First excitement from seeing her caller ID.
First rush from hearing her voice.
First calm from sharing our days.

First thrill anticipating our next meeting.
First planning for the next date.
First time laying awake thinking of her.
First time I just can’t wait.

First time she hugged me.
First time she put her arm in mine.
First time she cuddled next to me.
First time our fingers intertwined.

First time she gave me ‘that look’.
First time I get lost in her eyes.
First time we move in close.
First time her lips meet mine.

First intimate moment.
First extended kiss.
First long night together.
First long morning goodbye.

First time we share our secrets.
First time we pour out our hearts.
First time we share our dreams.
First time we don’t want to be apart.

First time we know we have something special.
First time I see that look in her eye.
First time she tells me she loves me.
First time she makes me lovingly sigh.

First time I tell her I love her.
First time I see tears in her eyes.
First time I know I’ve found her.
First time in love in my life.

First moment of passion.
First gentle touch of her hands on me.
First feeling of her soft body.
First feeling of ecstasy.

First time tough life moments endured together.
First time life’s joys shared together.
First time challenges met together.
First time we see our future together.

First time I see the wonderful person she is and will continue to be.
First time I see the simply amazing woman she is inside.
First time I realize the better man she brings out in me.
First time I realized, I want to be with her the rest of my life.

But first…

September 12, 2012 , 9:07PM Posted by | Life, Love, My Poetry, Relationships, Romance, Sex | , , , , , | 1 Comment

LOST in a Dream of You

[I just went back to read my previous post I made when I had a dream similar to this one and I noticed that it is dated JAN 07, 2007. This new dream, that I just had, happened the morning of JAN 07, 2011. Weird symmetry… assuming that I wrote that post the day of the dream, which I believe that I did.]

The older I get, the more amazed I am regarding how the mind and subconscious work. Or at least how my mind and subconscious work.

All my life, I’ve always had pretty vivid and imaginative dreams, even when I was a child. I’ve had recurring nightmares and even recurring good dreams. I’ve had recurring themes in my dreams, such as tornadoes, being late to class, being lost trying to find a class or exam I need to take, flying or floating on air and even seeing whom I thought to be my “one true love”.

Lately, over the last couple months or so, I have been having dreams with the recurring theme of being back in college and either being late to class or not being able to find a class or exam. Recently, it changed slightly to where I actually had apparently found the class, but the subject matter was much more difficult than I had anticipated and I was worried. I’m guessing that this had a lot to do with my worries regarding my unemployment situation. The more that I had been fretting about my future, it was probably sending my subconscious into overdrive, leaving me with dreams galore.

But this past Friday morning, I had the most intense dream regarding my “one true love” that I can even remember having. It was so intense that when I awoke, I was still literally shedding tears of joy and happiness from what was occurring in the dream. Needless to say, I was more disappointed than I have ever been that my alarm had woken me from this dream and I had to get up and get ready for work.

Now, I’ve had dreams with a romantic theme before, including some regarding my first girlfriend. I was having them so frequently after our breakup, and they were still so vivid in my mind after waking up from them, that I decided to write them down into a poem. They ended up becoming my poem “Dreaming of You…” More recently, I had an intense emotional dream about a girl whom I just assumed was my “one true love”, but at the very least was a serious emotional, romantic interest. My vivid memory of that dream I turned in to my post “Only in My Dreams“. At the time, that had been my most intense emotional dream regarding my “one true love”. Until this past week…

Now, some of the dream I’m about to describe I think I can attribute to things that I had been thinking about during the week or earlier that day. For instance, in the beginning of the dream, I remember that I was in Hawai’i, apparently on vacation. This I think I can attribute to reading about my younger brother planning his R&R from his deployment in Hawai’i. Also in the dream, I had what I can only describe as a sort of “LOST” moment. Recall in the final season when everyone was in the “alternate” reality and meeting up with one another as “strangers”. They didn’t know each other, but at the same time, they would look at one another and think “do I know you from somewhere?” Then they would either touch each other in some way or a certain turn of phrase would ignite a flood of memories of their past lives together to rush through their mind and they would be overcome with emotion of recalling their relationship with this person. Well, that’s exactly what happened to me in this dream… and to say I was overcome with emotion is a major understatement…

So, the dream…

I remember being there with friends and we’re apparently discussing what we next plan to do while we are there in Hawai’i. I then look out the window of whatever building in which we find ourselves and look out to see smoldering dormant volcanoes. They are not about to erupt or anything, but are just beautiful and majestic in the distance. Someone mentions that there is going to be some tour of the area. I comment about how amazing and cool they look and someone suggests that we go check them out. I then say ‘Sure, why not, let’s do that! We didn’t have it planned for today, but let’s do it, it will probably be fun. Heck, I didn’t even plan to come here (Hawai’i) and look how great it’s turned out!’

At that moment, I notice the presence of a beautiful woman in the room with me. She seems to be off to the side of the room, which seems to be a lobby or open restaurant area where there are numerous tables where we people may sit without needing to order, but just relax and admire the view. She has a friendly, almost knowing smile and comments about our plans. She says something in a sort of playful, joking manner about how my plans turn out well.

I share a friendly smile with her and the next thing I know I am sitting down at a table to relax, where I am on the booth side and there seems to be chairs on the other side of the table. My suave friend comes in the room and starts hitting on the beautiful girl that has now sat down beside me at the table. She politely smiles back in response to his flirting advances, but then I chime in that “you know, man, she’s actually sitting down next to me, so you can probably stop your efforts, since it seems she’s more interested in me. heh” I say that only mostly as a polite flirt, but realize only in my dreams would a girl like this be interested in me.

But, at that moment, I turn to her and realize she has comfortably cozied up to my side and she seems so familiar. I look at her and I just get lost in her the beauty and comfort of her eyes and smile. It is here that I have my first “LOST” moment… I ask her if I know her from somewhere as she seems so familiar. It is then that she gives me this knowing smile as though she has recognized me all along, but has just been waiting for me to recognize her. It is that knowing smile that then triggers the first flood of memories. They hit me and are just overwhelming. I’m overcome with emotion and our faces are now close to one another, her soft, knowing, patient smile and eyes gazing at me. After this first emotional memory burst, she’s holding me and I tell her “I remember you… I just don’t remember us…”. I then look up into her eyes and I remember someone saying “You’re better off without your stuff…” And then it happens…

I have my full-on “LOST” moment. All the memories of ‘us’ flood into my mind, as if my life is flashing before my eyes. I see us together, doing things together, out on dates, out on a boat and the feelings and emotions and romance and love and bond just all flow into me at once and I am overcome.

The best way I can describe how I felt is by referencing the “‘LOST’ moment” that occurred between Sawyer and Juliet in the TV show “LOST”. I don’t know about anyone else, but they were my favorite couple on “LOST”. I got SO emotionally invested in their romance and relationship. Seeing them together was wonderful. Seeing Sawyer finally fall in love and trust someone and see how happy they made one another… it just got me. I was so invested in their relationship on the show that I cried when Sawyer lost Juliet down the drilling shaft when they were trying to set off the nuclear weapon. When he’s holding onto her for dear life, crying, straining, promising her that he won’t let go of her, Juliet crying out to him that he loves him, Sawyer telling her the same but saying he’s not letting her go and then… she’s pulled down the shaft… Juliet screams and cries on the way down and Sawyer’s face fills with anguish, grief and terror as he loses his ‘one true love’. I just completely lost it and am not ashamed to say that tears were streaming down my eyes during that scene.

The same thing happened when Sawyer finds her at the bottom of the shaft and she’s still alive. He holds her in his arms and they make plans to get coffee, but she’s dying and her last words to him are “It worked”.

Well, in the “alternate” reality, Juliet is a doctor in a hospital to which Sawyer goes (for a reason I can’t remember at the moment). I believe he crossed paths with Juliet in the hall and they exchanged a curious glance as if they both felt they had possibly known each other before, but then just keep walking by as they are both busy. But, as Sawyer is trying to get his candy from the machine, something happens and it won’t come out. If I remember the scene correctly, Juliet suggests that Sawyer unplug the machine and plug it back in and it will work. I think Juliet helps him find where the plug is and he is able to complete that process. And, sure enough, it works as she suggested. As Juliet gets his candy for him, she says “it worked” and hands him the candy. As Sawyer goes to take it from her, their hands touch and immediately they are both hit with the “‘LOST’ moment”, where they see scenes of their past romantic life together. Juliet comes to the realization before Sawyer and tells him “we should get coffee sometime” to try to trigger his memory of when they said that in their past life. And then they touch hands and all the memories flood back for both of them. They are both overcome with emotion. Here is the scene for better reference:

Oh man, just watching that again, I’m teary-eyed again. Now more than ever, since that is exactly what happened with me in my dream. All the memories flood back to me and I open my eyes and realize this girl next to me is my ‘one true love’. We both have tears in our eyes and embrace lovingly and then I give her the most passionate kiss I have ever given.

After the kiss, still embracing her, still with tears in our eyes, still overcome with emotion, I struggle to try to understand why this is happening, why we were ever apart and I then whisper the words “why did I ever leave you?” And it’s then that…

My alarm goes off.

Yeah. UGH.

As I said, when I woke up in my bed, I was still overcome with all this emotion, my eyes were teary and I’m dealing with this feeling that I have found my ‘one true love’ after all this time apart and can now be with her. But, after a few moments of being awake, I realize that none of it is real and it was all just a dream.

Again… UGH.

But my gosh, what an intense feeling. What an intense and emotional dream. And I’m an emotional person as it is, but this just hit me with a million times more force than usual.

And it was probably because I really hadn’t allowed myself to feel anything regarding romantic feelings or emotions for years now. I had given up on women, given up on dating, given up on ever having a chance to find my ‘one true love’ and get married, given up on ever finding happiness ever in my life… and just shut down that part of me inside.

Well, apparently, it was easier to do that when I was so stressed out from unemployment and my financial situation and I guess now that I have some of that stress partly relieved after getting back to work at a new job, it allowed that part of me that I had buried and suppressed for so long to come rushing out into my subconscious.

Who knows. All I know is that I did NOT want to wake from that dream. *sigh* …

Also interesting, is that I actually woke up about 20 minutes prior to this. I have my alarm set for 4:45am and I woke up out of the blue about 4:25am. I checked the alarm clock, saw I had about 20 more minutes to sleep and laid back down and fell asleep. It was during this time that I had the entire dream. Pretty amazing how that works.

One last thing is that I remember lyrics to a song towards the end of the dream. Two songs it seems, as I heard the melody of another song later. First, I heard what seemed to be an older woman singing these lyrics:

The touch, the feel,
The fabric of our lives

And then I can’t remember the other full lyric line, but it went something like…

(something here ending in -and)
And then Lucas touched my hand

The first lyrics are obviously from the Cotton commercial song, Fabric of Our Lives, so I thought maybe I just heard that coming from my alarm clock radio when it went off to wake me up. I don’t know for certain, because I can’t remember what was on the radio when I awoke. But the second set of lyrics were not from the song, as far as I know. And the melody that I heard later was, I think, the melody to Come on Eileen, the first part of the song before the lyrics even start.

Just odd. Well, I looked up the lyrics to Fabric of Our Lives:

They said it was only a dream
And dreaming was only for fools
But let me tell you the secret
Dreams are alive just like me and you
Dreams can be real if you let them

Oh the feel, The fabric of our lives, (This is the fabric of our lives)
the touch the feel of cotton
The fabric of my life
Da doo do

I was a small town girl, with big dreams
Big things were always on my mind
I knew if I believed whatever I wished would come in time.
I never had a doubt, but people doubted my possibilities
But the only one that’s in control of my future is me

My dreams are real ‘cuz I let them
The touch the feel, the fabric of our lives
The touch the feel of cotton, the fabric of my life

I’m here because of a dream
I’m here ‘cuz I believe
And I never gave up, and it’s inside of all of us
And dreams can be real if you let them

The touch the feel, the fabric of our lives
The touch, the feel of cotton, the fabric of my life
The touch the feel, the fabric of my life.
The touch the feel of cotton, the fabric of my life

Okay, well, reading those lyrics (and apparently there are different versions, like this one by Leona Lewis, with lyrics HERE), and putting them into context with my dream, it seems to fit the theme: “never give up, dreams can be real if you let them”.

Now, I’d like to think that, I really would. If I could be sure that if I opened myself up again to the possibility of dating again and getting into a relationship again and finding my ‘one true love’… wow… just wow.

But I just don’t know if I can do that again. I’ve opened myself up to nothing but heartache in the past and I never want to go through that again.

I just wish I knew whether or not I’ll only be seeing my ‘one true love’ in dreams for the rest of my life or if I’ll ever meet her in real life.

*SIGH*

I’ll end this with a recent song I heard in the previews for the movie “Country Strong”, as it summarizes the mood I seem to be in now: Give Into Me

(Hedlund)
I’m gonna wear you down
I’m gonna make you see
I’m gonna get to you
You’re gonna give into me

I’m gonna start a fire
You’re gonna feel the heat
I’m gonna burn for you
You’re gonna melt for me

(Hedlund & Meester)
Come on, come on
Into my arms
Come on, come on
Give into me

(Meester)
You’re gonna take my hand
Whisper the sweetest words
And if you’re ever sad
I’ll make you laugh
I’ll chase the hurt

(Hedlund & Meester)
My heart is set on you
I don’t want no one else
And if you don’t want me
I guess I’ll be all by myself

Come on, come on
Into my arms
Come on, come on
Give into me

(Meester)
I’ll use my eyes to draw you in
Until I’m under your skin
I’ll use my lips, I’ll use my arms
Come on, come on, come on
Give into me

(Hedlund & Meester)
Give into me
Give into me

January 9, 2011 , 4:38AM Posted by | Life, Love, My Poetry, Romance | , , , , | Comments Off on LOST in a Dream of You