No need for Worrywart Cream

I have been accused for being too fair and logical to the point of a fault [I suppose there are worse things]. Now I recognize that my ensuing argument is biased but it does seem as silly as accusing me for being too right [how’s that for baseless self-endorsement?].

Before I begin, please understand that I am no Tuvac. As often as I use logic and reason to solve problems, I recognize that their applicability is questionable at best in certain situations. But when the circumstance warrants their use, is it really possible to be too fair or too logical? The context in which the allegation was originally made brought into question how inflexible I seem when it came to friends and acquaintances. A simple defence would be: right is right and wrong is wrong whether you’re my friend or not. But my love of gab prevents me from leaving this discussion so easily.

Those who don’t know me well [very few do] may see me as cold and harsh and I can understand why. I am a straight shooter. I do not tolerate insincerity or any other forms of “fakeness”. I do not play games. I do not cast logic aside for the sake of appeasement. I do only things that make me happy. I am an adamant proponent for what is right. I do not put too much care into things that some think deserve frantic worrying and all-consuming stress. I only allow those who meet my stringent standards to get too close to me [I’m not as horrible as I sound].

There are probably only two or three people who really understand what makes me tick and I am grateful that they took the time to figure it out. They understand who I am – not just not who I appear to be. Using logic and fairness in my decisions, be they practical or emotional, has its pros and cons. It makes it easier to get a good handle on life although it probably makes it lose a little colour. My attitude may comes off as standoffish to some but I’m glad there are those who see that I am just happy to have figured things out for myself [or at least briefly gripping onto my sanity] and devote all my resources to things that I deem important in my life.

Happiness is yelling bingo…or whatever you prefer

Believe it or not, I spoke with someone today whose outlook was more pessimistic than mine. The discussion started off with a strong statement “I am going to marry the next person I date” [now how’s that for a conversation starter].

The blatant neglect of the required mutual consent in a marriage aside, I was anxious to hear her reasoning behind the thought. As it turned out, it wasn’t so much the actual intention of marrying the next person she dated but her pessimistic view of love and marriage that shocked me. Her belief is that love fades and dies over time so it should not be the deciding factor when choosing a husband. Something more long term such as companionship or financial stability should play a bigger role. Since this is the case, there is really no point in dating and searching for a “soul mate”. As soon as you find someone who fits the proper description, get hitched!

I think my brain just about exploded at this point, but it really shouldn’t have. Who am I to dictate and assume what people want out of relationships and marriages? I made the mistake of imposing on her what makes ME happy. If someone wants stability, then kudos to her if she can find that in her mate. Me, on the other hand, I’m a hopeless romantic [well, I hope I’m not THAT hopeless]. I look for a bunch of things but if I had to choose three, they would be: true love [partially defined by someone feeling as strongly about me as I do about them], honesty, and fierce loyalty. That’s what makes me tick and no one can judge me for it.

So whatever it is that makes you happy [as long as it doesn't hurt other people], go for it! I promise I'll try my best not to judge.