Love/Hate Relationship
After calming down quite a bit... from the fit of rage from the experience I'm about to share. I thought you all would all get a kick out of hearing it. Interestingly enough, the situation opens a can of worms which I would like to discuss.
I was hanging out with a friend last night and was trying to prove a point that women sometimes are trying to say more with their words then men recognize. I asked my friend to pull out his phone and tell me texts he had received from other women so that I could help him interpret.
He went through a couple, saying the text and me replying with "what it meant"... and I felt pretty good about myself because I naturally think I'm right about all of them. Then he read the text, "I hate you." I quickly came back with "I love you". Then he said... "that was from you." He erupted into laughter and I couldn't help but laugh too. Squashing my pride and leveling me out to supreme embarrassment.
But... to salvage what little pride I have left... might I add, love has many faces~! I love lots of people. Ironically, it seems that love and hate are synonymously linked. But can the passion of hate be so easily converted into love... why? Perhaps because the extricated passion from both hate and love is easily recognizable, where as any other type of emotion is much more subtle and hard to identify. And hating someone takes time and thought... as does love. Interesting that (if I were to keep listing out the similarities) that the major difference between the two is polarization. I guess Hollywood is right sometimes all you need is a little "flip" (thank you Cutting Edge for that sound piece of wisdom.)
Lastly, this experience also solidifies the astute observation that yes... I put my foot in my mouth a lot. Who knows why, I guess I just like the taste.
I was hanging out with a friend last night and was trying to prove a point that women sometimes are trying to say more with their words then men recognize. I asked my friend to pull out his phone and tell me texts he had received from other women so that I could help him interpret.
He went through a couple, saying the text and me replying with "what it meant"... and I felt pretty good about myself because I naturally think I'm right about all of them. Then he read the text, "I hate you." I quickly came back with "I love you". Then he said... "that was from you." He erupted into laughter and I couldn't help but laugh too. Squashing my pride and leveling me out to supreme embarrassment.
But... to salvage what little pride I have left... might I add, love has many faces~! I love lots of people. Ironically, it seems that love and hate are synonymously linked. But can the passion of hate be so easily converted into love... why? Perhaps because the extricated passion from both hate and love is easily recognizable, where as any other type of emotion is much more subtle and hard to identify. And hating someone takes time and thought... as does love. Interesting that (if I were to keep listing out the similarities) that the major difference between the two is polarization. I guess Hollywood is right sometimes all you need is a little "flip" (thank you Cutting Edge for that sound piece of wisdom.)
Lastly, this experience also solidifies the astute observation that yes... I put my foot in my mouth a lot. Who knows why, I guess I just like the taste.
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