{"id":1033,"date":"2010-02-18T11:06:32","date_gmt":"2010-02-18T19:06:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.loftninjas.org\/rants\/?p=1033"},"modified":"2010-02-18T11:06:32","modified_gmt":"2010-02-18T19:06:32","slug":"harbor-island","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.loftninjas.org\/rants\/2010\/02\/18\/harbor-island\/","title":{"rendered":"Harbor Island"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Currently listening to: Whiskey &amp; Company &#8211; One Man<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/btmspox\/4367819153\/\"><img src=\"http:\/\/farm5.static.flickr.com\/4072\/4367819153_5b643b311d_m.jpg\" style=\"float: left; padding: 5px;\"><\/a>Sometimes I&#8217;m so obvious I laugh at myself, but often I&#8217;m sure I&#8217;m the only one who knows what&#8217;s going on. There are days that stereotypically seem to call for reflection; new years, birthdays. They never really are, there&#8217;s too much going on. Or is there? I suppose it&#8217;s more what was meaningful, and such days often feel pretty much like every other day, with the addition of a party.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve been thinking a lot about today. About who was important to me a year ago, what was important to me, and how that has changed. The ridge I was on, the chasm it turned out to be, and where I found myself when I climbed out of it. I&#8217;m not the person I was a year ago, or six months ago. Or less. There&#8217;s too much to do to sit still.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve been talking to J a lot about my emotional maturity, ultimately she speculated that my desire for intimate relationships is much higher than my peers, and consequently I&#8217;m much more willing to put the time and energy into emotional growth than most. And thus today I&#8217;ve been continuing my path of pondering M&#8217;s reluctance to growth.<\/p>\n<p>I had a conversation with B recently that went like: <\/p>\n<p>B: *you said N and it is dumb*<br \/>\nMe: Do you really think I believe that?<br \/>\nB: No.<br \/>\nMe: Then why are you soapboxing? You&#8217;re obviously upset, but not about that.<\/p>\n<p>And she didn&#8217;t want to talk about it anymore, thus the conversation died. Maybe she did think I believed that until I said something about it. Water under the bridge I suppose. I so deeply value those that I&#8217;ve dated who recognize when they&#8217;re upset and don&#8217;t take it out on me. Those with the emotional fortitude to recognize that they are frustrated or scared, and admit as much not only to themselves, but to me; acknowledging that we&#8217;re in it together. I think J is pretty right. I&#8217;ve been leveraging that over <a href=\"http:\/\/www.loftninjas.org\/rants\/?p=967\">the last month<\/a>. I had felt, or, I had hoped, that M had come to a place where we could talk. As it turned out, she had grown, but not enough, having only allotted a short time to facing how she felt. I mentioned actively thinking about M as someone who was in my past, and J reckoned it was also moving M from the hope of the future.<\/p>\n<p>Thinking about peers has lead into thinking about emotional peers. It is essential someone want to grow emotionally to be a part of my life. Talked a bunch last night with S about how hard it can be to find that, and how absurd it seems to be that you can&#8217;t look for it. Opportunity.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Currently listening to: Whiskey &amp; Company &#8211; One Man Sometimes I&#8217;m so obvious I laugh at myself, but often I&#8217;m sure I&#8217;m the only one who knows what&#8217;s going on. There are days that stereotypically seem to call for reflection; new years, birthdays. They never really are, there&#8217;s too much going on. Or is there? 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