We all have it.
Some use it or put forth more than others.
Some aren't even aware they have it, or that they might be using/making it.
I am well in tune with mine and what I put forth.
I have had this feeling - all week, shit, actually for quite some time.
It's people.
I can pretty much meet someone and just tell.
Tell what?
Heaps of things.
That we may or may not hit it off.
If they're sincere, or fulla shit.
If they're 'looking' for 'something'
If they're clued in.
If they're gonna be at all intuitive and play/go with it
or just know, when things are off, and need to be sorted.
The people I click with, know it, and feel it too.
I do click with a lot of people, but some much more deeply than others.
Some are more intriguing, or involved, or even a bit of 'work' but not 'work' work, just you have to put in a bit of an effort.
But you know, just know, with some people, that it's gonna be so worth it.
I believe the things most worth going after, require some sort of effort.
Things just 'given' to us, are good and all that, but just a bit empty.
I mean if you 'win' something, that's different.
And yes you can 'win' people over or they can 'win' you over.
But, often times, that only lasts a short while - until the 'win' and all that goes with it, wears off.
Connections, understood trials or tribulations, and shared experiences or moments all make knowing someone worthwhile. If it's all cake, and no exercise, it's tasty, but ultimately just fat and empty calories.
Some people are just that, cake.
Some people are more like a triathlon.
You have different events or segments to approach and complete.
Some last longer than others, some even take so much more effort than ever imagined, but then it seems those are the parts that are so much more worth it and fulfilling. Win, place or lose, you've made the effort and get what you get out of it, for your own meaning. Some wanting to win it all, some just to compete and see how they place, others just to finish and say they did it.
I find my friends so diverse in these things.
Some are so easy, some more difficult.
All of those I call my friends are well worth every bit of effort on my part or I wouldn't call them friends, and surely would not put in the effort - I mean, fuck it, why bother if there isn't some sort of good feelings or connections or something to come of it?
I mean it's not like I 'expect' anything of them, or from them, beyond friendship or common courtesy.
The basics.
Occasionally, I run into someone I put a moderate amount of effort into, and time spent, and it just doesn't click. And I think, shit, that was a waste, or it sucked, and move on. But I also take from it something: new knowledge of perhaps tolerance, or a lesson learned going forward.
Other times, I can put in so much effort and feel so much back - so much friendship and love, even that the person themselves may not realise they are giving it (due to other circumstances or dramas in their own lives). *glares at you* (yes, you!)
They don't see the good they do for me.
Or how much it's appreciated.
They've even made the smallest effort back.
Sometimes a small effort is all they have to give.
This may be due to circumstances beyond their control.
But the smallest, tiniest effort does not go unnoticed,
as I am very intuitive and like a sponge. I absorb it all.
Large or small, as long as it's sincere, that's all that matters.
If you are reading this, and wondering if it is about or directed at you, it probably is.
Perhaps you are just someone who randomly clicked "Next Blog" or someone who went in search of some keyword that brought you here, or maybe even one of the VERY few who even know this blog exists due to me giving you the URL.
Whichever you are, perhaps you'll read and learn or just look at all the photos and skim/skip the blather, or maybe, just maybe, you'll take some of the text I spew forth to heart and relate in some way, or learn or shake your fist in my general direction - fuck knows.
Know this.
You have potential.
Potential to learn from my writings; successes or mistakes.
Potential to be my friend.
Perhaps you are already my friend ,and might see yourself in what I write, named or not.
If you 'are' my 'friend' I love you to pieces, in spite of any or all of it, or yourself, or myself.
I have it to give, and you've said you had none, and I give it freely, so you can know and feel what that feels like. I seriously hope that one day you'll feel more from another or many others, but if not, at least you will not have gone without. I couldn't let that happen.
I don't want to try to 'convince' you of anything, beyond what you read here or in IM, and I mean sincerely what I tell you privately.
All of it.
The most important things are the hardest to say, because words diminish them. ~Stephen King
Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking together in the same direction. ~Antoine de Saint-Exupery
It is astonishing how little one feels alone when one loves. ~John Bulwer
You learn to like someone when you find out what makes them laugh, but you can never truly love someone until you find out what makes them cry. ~Author Unknown
Who, being loved, is poor? ~Oscar Wilde
If I had a single flower for every time I think about you, I could walk forever in my garden. ~Attributed to Claudia Ghandi
Without love, what are we worth? Eighty-nine cents! Eighty-nine cents worth of chemicals walking around lonely. ~M*A*S*H, Hawkeye
I learned the real meaning of love. Love is absolute loyalty. People fade, looks fade, but loyalty never fades. You can depend so much on certain people, you can set your watch by them. And that's love, even if it doesn't seem very exciting. ~Sylvester Stallone
You cannot be lonely if you like the person you're alone with. ~Wayne W. Dyer
Nobody has ever measured, even poets, how much a heart can hold. ~Zelda Fitzgerald
Love means nothing in tennis, but it's everything in life. ~Author Unknown
We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love. ~Author Unknown
and finally:
We are not the same persons this year as last; nor are those we love. It is a happy chance if we, changing, continue to love a changed person. ~W. Somerset Maugham
Yes, especially you, bub.
Love ya heaps!
¡Abrazos!
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