I tend not to write about The Relationship per se, so the following might sound cryptic. It’s perhaps more for me than you, but here it goes anyway. Recent misunderstandings, since resolved, give me pause to reflect briefly on the importance of communication. I know, obvious, right? I’m not making excuses, but for an introvert (and sometime loner) like me, not very experienced in the dating world at that, my default mode has been all about listening and (over)processing, and less about talking and expressing. Put another way, for so long my main conduit of communication has been with myself, internalized—I call this not so much “talking to myself,” but rather “talking as if someone else were there”—and sometimes I forget that there really is a whole other person there, looking out for me, loving me.
As trite as it might sound, taking communication for granted happens on all too often… I should know, I do know anyway though it’s too late for me. Now I’m left rocking my barstool with my hotspot connection. This place is a disco, but not to me. These faded feathers in my hair are all I have left—drinking myself half blind. YOU WENT TOO FAR RICO! TOO FAR! *swig*