Thursday, December 29, 2011

The Solitare Game of Relationships

I've had a lot of down time to ponder lately, and I've come to a conclusion .. Relationships in life are lot like playing Solitare.  I know it sounds like a long stretch of a comparison, but hear me out ...
You know how when you're playing solitare on your computer or phone, and you get what initially appears to be a great set up?  You're moving cards around creating great combinations.  Every time you move a card, another comes up that you can use.  Finally, you get to a stop point where you can do nothing else, and you hit the deck ... but you go through the entire deck and there is absolutely nothing that works.  Urgh.  New Game.
Or, you get an initial hand that's all one card color or that there is absolutely nothing you can use regardless of card color, so you try the deck and the final card that comes up is something that's useful.  Even though it's a statistical impossibility, you keep going .. trying that deck again in the hopes that you missed something, or that something changed, but inevitably, you come up empty.  Duh.  New Game.
Sometimes, you get a hand that is okay .. you can use a bit of it, but it doesn't look overly promising.  You hit the deck, and a number of those cards can be used so you keep going.  Each time you hit that deck you can use a couple things, which allows you to move more things around in your hand .. you think it's going great but then you get to the end of the deck and you realize that you're stuck with no more moves and no way to move all the card combinations up to the top.  Sigh.  New Game.
In some games, you use every trick you can .. even little idiosyncrasies like making sure that the only open spaces are on the ends (ya, that's one of my little things that makes me feel luckier with a game .. don't know why, it just does), but none of them work and you're back to starting yet another game again because you simply can't give up until you've won.
Occasionally though, you get a hand that may or may not look extraordinary at first, but as you begin creating the combinations and hitting the deck, everything starts falling into place.  It takes a couple of switch out adjustments with combinations in some cases, but ultimately, all the cards fall right into place up top.  Drumroll .. Game Won!
Relationships seem to be much like those solitare hands ... from friendships to dating to even co-workers.  Sometimes the relationship with the person is deceptively great looking on the surface but once you start really getting into it, it doesn't work at all, or, the two of you really don't work at all or make a bit of sense from the beginning even though you may try.  The most painful are the ones that really seem to be working, you really seem to click way beyond initially, but then the relationship comes up empty after you get good and deep into it.  No matter how many little "good luck moves" you make, or ways you try to change things around, it just doesn't fly.  There's not going to be a "winning hand", no matter what you do.
Sometimes though, that hand that didn't look particularly extraordinary at the beginning seems to work better and better the further you get into it, and fantastically, it turns out to be the winning game hand.  The person that's absolutely a perfect fit with you.  You have to work for it, and even maybe use some of your little combination shuffles, but it ends up being worth it .. relationship win! 
We all find many "winning hands" in our relationships throughout life .. some are easier won from the beginning, some take a bit more effort and strategy, some are just plain surprising, but everyone looks for that winning game hand in life, and much like solitare, even though you may want to beat your head against a brick for having to constantly start over, you keep doing it ... hoping that the next one will be the one that works, that wins.  The trick is to keep playing.  There's no way to beat the odds if you simply put the cards down and don't try.

~ The Girl In The Little Black Dress

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Hark! Midist that be a Jerk I Hear in the Distance?

General rule:  if you don't have the ability to A: speak or text without cursing and/or lashing out, B: conduct yourself in a non-stalker manner (i.e. "No" means "go away, No"), and C: take a hint when you're being blatantly & completely ignored,  then you need to realize that whatever little warped fantasy land you happen to live in, I Am Not There Nor Do I Ever Want To Be. Note the newsflash.  Thank you.

~ The Girl (Who Is Not Yours) In The Little Black Dress (That's Not Yours Either)

Thursday, December 15, 2011

The Storm

Ever thought about a hurricane on the ocean?  I mean really thought about it.  There's this lovely, calm ocean with its pretty currents and waves, glistening shades of blues and whites and silver-grays in the beautiful sunshine .. slowly, ominous clouds begin to gather on the horizon .. the wind begins to blow a bit more forcefully whipping the currents and waves into harsher forms and darkening the color of the previously lovely blue-gray water .. thunder comes rolling in, drowning what was once the calming sound of the water .. eventually the sea and sky are whipped into such a frenzy with the wind, the thunder, the rain, and the lightning that it's all one big chaotic entity of possible catastrophe for anything that happens to be still there.  As the eye of the storm passes, there's momentary calm and sunshine .. surrounded by terrifying forms of clouds and darkness .. then chaotic seas and skies merge again as one.  Slowly, the wind begins to die down, the rain begins to fall more softly, and the seas begin to calm .. imperceptibly at first maybe, but eventually the storm passes completely by and the glistening sea with its beautiful colors, calm currents and waves, and lovely sunshine reigns again.  But now there's a change.  The air, the sky, and the sea are even more beautiful than before because the storm has cleared everything that blocked or marred the ultimate beauty away.

Life is kind of like that, isn't it?  There are so many times that it just seems that we're surrounded by this ultimate storm, making a chaotic catastrophe out of what we once saw as beautiful and calm.  Its crazy, it's ominous, and it's angry, and you don't know which direction to turn because the wind is constantly whipping you in horrible circles and directions.  Eventually though, after you've passed through the eye and ridden those terrifying waves of seemingly unending changes with their death-defying drops, the winds slowly die down, the rain falls more softly, the seas calm.  Finally, if you've held on long enough, you'll come out on the other side of the storm, to its glistening seas, easy currents and waves, its beautiful sunny skies .. and somehow the air seems clearer and the sights seem more beautiful.  Maybe it's because you held on and made it through so you have a clearer appreciation .. maybe it's because all the tragedy cleared everything away that marred or blocked your appreciative vision, like a cleansing of sorts .. maybe it's a combination of both those things.

Storms have their purpose, they cleanse the air.  Both the ones in nature, and the ones in life.  I personally am just going to keep on beliving in that crystal clear air and calm and sunshine .. no storm lasts forever, even though some are bigger than others, but all of them have their "other side".

~ The Girl In The Little Black Dress