Ok, It's walk day. So this would be my early post. Sip up your coffee, cough down your scone, and enjoy the lyrical stylings of Rob's blog….
Somebody a few weeks ago accused me of hiding behind anonymity in my blog. Accused is a strong word, it was more like commented, but I like accused. It makes them sound evil, vile, and wrong. The Hitler rain on my blog parade of innocence.
I thought about it. Am I hiding? No, here I am. Every time you Googlemap me, a pushpin drives through my forehead.
Ok, stop it now.
Stop it! One pin per customer is sufficient thank you!
Freakin' sadists...
I'm not hiding, at least not from anybody who's looking. See, it's something I learned while studying people. If you don't know a person, never listen to what they say. It's all first impression makeup and blush lies. They'll babble on about who they'd like you to believe they are. Listen to how they say it. That'll tell you about who they really are.
Like yesterday, I said I had a raven pecking at my chest. Did you believe my pest control issue is that bad, or that I'm conceivably that close to carrion that scavengers stop by, testing my flesh for prime pickin's? Some days sure, but yesterday? Hardly likely. I was good enough. I was smart enough, and gosh darn it, people liked me!
What you did learn is that I'm familiar with Poe, and Clint Eastwood films. Through my entries I've told you everything from my general disposition, to my mother's maiden name. Even all you need to know about my first dog.
These are the things that teach us about people. Body language is great too, but if that's not available, you need to sluice the undercurrents of conversation. I met MyUnwife online, but one of the first things I learned about her was that we shared the same knowledge base, and she wasn't afraid to express her opinion.
These are important traits when looking for somebody to share your life with. At least for me. I like somebody I can talk to, as well as somebody who's willing to express themselves. I never could get into the coy games. Tell me what you want, because sometimes I can't see the signs. I'm blind, and that brings us back round to reading people again, huh? I like my people Braille. Lumpy. What's real and what's presented for you, discern what you can, take the rest on faith.
There are other way's people pass on clues in writing. I had a friend tell me about "this blond woman" she worked with. I knew before we met in person that my friend was either a brunette or a redhead. People usually describe others by how they differ. So, you can tell me nothing about you, yet describe yourself down to your crooked teeth.
These are the tools we use to learn the world around us. If we close our eyes to them we'll run into the wall every time.
I know what you're asking, "Ok, then, what happened with your marriage Rob If you're so smart, why didn't you see that wall?"
Because, my dear reader, sometimes you hit the wall, sometimes the wall hits you. Some things move too fast (or too slow) to see until it's too late. That's why you need to watch. I mean, I could say I'm a housewife with a penchant for fuzzy bunny slippers, but if you read my blog, you'd probably find that a little suspect. At least the fuzzy bunny part.
So I take this moment to rebut. I think you know a lot about me. If not, today, while I'm out walking, go back and reread my blog.
Here, let me start.
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