whatever slips by me now,
i let go with grace;
in time, when i have become,
everything that was meant to be
shall return to me
Category: shorter pieces
gwyn’s mini-guide to communication
| INSTEAD OF | TRY |
| Not replying / ghosting | “Hey, I’ve thought about it, and this is not what I want. I believe you will find someone who is more suited for you.” |
| Passive-aggressiveness | “I was acting [some way] because of [reason, usually a valid insecurity]; can we work this out together?” |
| Expecting others to read your mind (esp. in close relationships) | “I want [something]. Does that work for you?” |
tks N rgads
affirmations, #5
never settle; ask for, demand more, work for it, and you shall receive
excerpts, #8
everyone forms opinions about others; social cognition is as natural as breathing.
yet what i’ve learned about human nature is that we overweigh evidence available to us and underweigh evidence not available to us.
that’s reasonable; how can you make sense of what is not known to you?
but this is all much ado about nothing — my conclusion stands.
i do not need to be explained or understood; what i need is to be accepted as i am.
challengers
meet me in the middle as an equal, or don’t draw closer at all — else i will strike you down
affirmations, #3 (infinity)
don’t let anyone dull your shine, baby — you are meant for so much more
excerpts, #7
every mistake you’ve made and every wrong you’ve experienced is a learning lesson — it happened so that you could be here, in this moment, as a wiser and stronger person.
it is terrifying to realise that no one owes you anything, i know. on the other hand, you are no longer bound to anyone’s expectations.
maybe liberation was meant to come together with loneliness? nothing in this world comes easy.
eternal recurrence
mutual desire (?), missed connections (?), cowardice (!)
forever, #2
were you under the impression that my love letters were addressed to you? the man i write to does not exist — he is a feeling, an inseparable part of me.
and the men i’ve loved most in my life — i don’t write about them because i don’t have to; they already know everything.
so when we finally meet, when he fully reciprocates, i promise him, now and forever —
you will be my best-kept secret.
best interest
recently i’ve been playing, i’ve been played; i’ve been trapped in a prisoner’s dilemma. i confessed, i waited, they stayed quiet: i was punished for my faith, and then twice. i persisted until i was a willing party no longer: i had to, i have to, i need to act in my best interest.
but love isn’t a game; if it must be one, then the optimal outcome is not to play.
it doesn’t matter if you crawl back begging for forgiveness; there is nothing to repent for, because there was nothing between us in the first place.
and what about regret? again, i don’t regret anything — except what we could not have.
baby g’s diary 