Calming
Herstorically, I have had very little interest in the standard romance talks, from the first well-laid flush to the ex-bashing after the break-up is finalized. The vocabulary of these conversations is distinctly different for each gender, but they are equally predictable and boring in my mind. I'd rather scrub toilets than listen to either body of ho hum.
But that has mostly been simple preference. Different strokes for different folks. Whatever floats your boat, friend. No need to criticize or evaluate. Silently moving on now. Healing hopes for all. No exceptions.
Over the course of watching my grandchildren get blown away by this body of politics it appears that this 21st century classic has morphed from cultural ho-hum to ? ? ? What has it morphed into? For now I am plying my exercises to separate a PTSD trigger from the trauma. For sure, it's not about strangers in unknown remote locations.
Sorting. . . Sitting and observing the bubbling cauldron of my strictly personals. . .
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Hugs & support, Arfie. It’s a challenge to sort that I’m not certain I would be up to but I have confidence in your amazing abilities to sort. You’ve always inspired me with your perseverance and continued determination to sort through all of it.
Hugs
I'll take the perseverance compliment, but might like to transpose "determination" to "resignation." "Acceptance" might be the nicer word for, ^it^ but by whatever name, I'd still rather have a one and for all cure for ^it^. The Cosmos forgot to ask my opinion, AGAIN. . .
My determination of choice remains absolute perfection in my elected role as Queen of the World. Go big or get back. . .
I'm sure I can count on your vote.