“Don’t date anyone for at least a year.”
This piece of advice is given to men and women who are recently divorced. I’ll admit that no one said this to me exactly. “Take your time,” they said, “you’ll find someone who adores you. Someone who really loves you. They’re out there, and when you find them, you’ll see the difference between what you had and what you’ll have.”
or The Art of Doing Nothing Ethically
Hey, we’re in this together, right? You and I? Writer and reader? Since you’re reading this exercise in narcissism (I’m clearly no philosopher), I’ll elaborate, and if you make it to the end, I think it will make sense—I think. Maybe it won’t, but I’m going to take you through my stream of thought now, regardless.
So I’m just going to dive right into this. I hope that’s alright. With everyone on the World Wide Web pining to be seen and heard, I don’t blame you if you simply blink and swipe on by. Too many people want our attention, and we should probably give it to the people that need it most. I’m not among them, but when has that ever stopped anyone from desiring to matter even if it’s the briefest of moments?
On a Window into Divorce
Here we are: closer to the places I’ve wanted to arrive. Let’s get our hands dirty, shall we, in the miry substance of sticky relationship talk. I can’t promise that we’ll all come out clean, but I can promise that things might be a little better—for us both.
If you don’t want to read me get some shit off my chest, then it’s probably best to stop here. There you go. You’ve been warned.
We are often bereft of the actuality of things: the real facts, true and tangible, and it is also true that moments occur when we are the gatekeepers of the information that might give someone else insight into the vulnerabilities alive within. I want to speak a little bit to that.