Belated Easter Greetings…
“I love Easter”
“Yeah, I mean just the fun of it all.”
“Dressing up, the baskets of goodies, celebrity Easter egg hunts, the joyous dancing in celebration…”
“And the pink tops, I love it when the girls where pink tops for Easter.”
“Dude, you’re agnostic.”
Hope everyone had a wonderful weekend. Michelle & I took off to Corpus Christi to see her sister’s family. It was a relaxing (even with the stress of the Spurs losing Saturday night), but unfortunately we had to leave early Sunday before the kids had their Easter egg hunt. Next year we’ll plan on taking time off work so we can stay longer (and I can take more pictures). Speaking of which, new photos are up in the gallery.
So a lot of things have been on the brain lately. Maybe it’s the constant blather on local morning radio or the entries I’ve been reading over at Ryan’s blog, but something struck a cord. What is it about people as a society that prevents us from communicating effectively? At first I was focused on relationships (which has been quite a topic for different folks recently), but after listening to 102.1FM The Edge I’m convinced there’s a bigger picture.
Why is it our emotions keep us from speaking our thoughts at the moment?
When did society as a whole become so sensitive that everybody is compelled to “be polite” and spew little white lies? “Gee that’s a nice tie Dan”, “Love the haircut Elise”, “No honey, that top doesn’t make you look fat”.
When it comes to relationships you can spout the whole Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus… yada yada yada, blah blah blah, but I’ve seen the same arguments from same sex couples.
It seems to me that if you have a question about something (your relationship, your job, a test question) you should be able to look the other person in the eye and just ask. Why is it hard to ask? What horrible consequences come from asking? Why speculate what the other person is thinking or what they REALLY meant when they said something?
I wonder if Dawn speaks as frankly offline as she does in her blog? I envy Raymi the Minx for her “shock & awe” style of posts because vulgarity rings truer than political correctness. I suppose I could have started an anonymous blog somewhere to be “free”, but isn’t that cheating? What’s the point of saying what you really feel, doing what you really want to do if you have to hide behind the mask of anonymity?
Baby, if you’re reading this, I love you. Even though “I hate that stupid computer” echoes my college years when other women would say “I hate your stupid rock band” I know it was late and we should have been to bed earlier. And Jagger take my advice, if you want to know where your new relationship is at, pick up the phone and just ask…