Thursday.
Things about my personal life: I'm getting a hair cut after this. I prefer one side to be longer than the other, asymmetrical. I generally have a glass of wine during my stay at the salon, and we laugh. It's nice out today and I'm going to ride my bicycle: blue velvet. I love her. Yesterday, because I have toe clips on my pedals, I found riding in my pointy black boots a thing of ease, a feat of natural, luminous beauty.
And today the subject is: Character. Any writers out there? Anyone who cares to maneuver with an increasing deft whilst dealing with others, despite their waggling, omnipresent daft?
Where do the lines of Extrovert and Introvert blur? How far does the seamy underbelly of selfishness really go? Let's examine the social autopsy of two individuals: Person Alpha and Person Omega. Gender is obsolete for now...
Person Alpha and Omega both share similar traits: extroverts/social butterflies, capable, determined and generally good people, with the capacity to identify and coddle the Human Condition and countenance this spark in others.
On their own, on this social platform some may find the two indiscernible. But this is not the case, and the greater question is why.
Person Omega forms friendships, takes lovers, falls inextricably tied to another, ruminating in this notion of what love could be, could mean, and here is the change, the variable in Character: Person Omega Invests his/her consciousness, ego, capaciousness to exist with another, and takes on this responsibility not always seamlessly or just, but with an ironclad credulity serving as the backbone to this relationship. It's the investment, the act of giving and trusting another individual with this power. Simple? You think so? Ask yourself how far you go, or are willing to travel when these connections arise? Be honest, please. What's the average distance you're willing to stray from your myriad of Comfort Zone to be subsumed in a relationship, friend or lover? Well, Person Omega goes and runs with it, and while the next obvious answer may be vulnerability, be apprised there's something else, a potential psychic trauma far more rooted than a surface act like Betrayal. Person Omega, when things go awry, is immolated in the question of closeness, of being there, blissfully inside another individual, resolve never greater, and it still, falls, apart. How could this happen? How could Person Omega fashion such a traversable bridge to his/her person and still be let so gloriously down?
Person Alpha acts as a social hub, a streaming constant others find themselves inexorably linked to. And all the while, amongst the sycophants, neurasthenics, alcoholics, cokeheads, and generally good people, Personal Alpha maintains a strong self-image, a personal edifice further driving those around him/her to seek their counsel, their company, confide something, hell, anything for a smattering of reassurance, of repose only someone of this magnitude can bequeath.
But Person Alpha, like most of us, contains a most damning Paradox: the inability, in the trenches of the Human Condition, in its most stripped down iteration, to communicate with others. And thus, in relationships, friend or lover, there's a fracture, a divide, an intense dichotomy of what is disseminated to the participating individual, and what scenes, salient or not, fall on the Editing Room Floor, cut to pieces, missing, vacant, vacuous. The easy question is: How does Person Alpha ultimately relate to anybody? But this logic is fickle and flawed, as Person Alpha offers some things, many things people need, desire and there's the glimmer, the undulating spark of soul, of a living/breathing entity staring you in the face. And thus, the relationship continues, and the participating individual, unaware what's being held back by Person Alpha, what's missing.
And then it ends.
-m
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