“Death grip. I feel like a lot of girls think guys like it when you just grab the fuck on and jerk it like your pumping water from a well.”
You promise the universe that if given another chance you will tell them something worthwhile. You will treat them better. You resort to anger sometimes, over why they had to make you feel this way. A simple message could relive you of your dread.
“When you come to us to unload, and if this happens too often, we are overwhelmed with the combination of our own problems plus yours.”
Talk to me, because I am ready to listen to every rant, every worry, every curiosity, every doubt, every concern you have in that mind of yours.
When given the chance, opt to be a good and kind person. We don’t always get chances and often it is too late to practice this muscle.
There’s a fine line between being likable and being manipulative.
It’s encouraging passive behavior. When you call someone, it’s an immediate action. They will either answer or they won’t. When you text someone, everything is nebulous.
We can shoot a text with no real substance behind it. We can make love. We can express emotions. We can even talk shit; yet when it comes to communicating with our significant other, friends, or family about important issues that concern them or ourselves we get stuck.
I’m not crazy about Joni Mitchell.
My travels to Thailand have emphasized the existence of universal communication. There is no interpreter for laughter, no translation for affection.