Random Thoughts On A Random Friday
(NOTE: Based on time elapsed since the posting of this entry, the BS-o-meter calculates this is 16.884% likely to be something that Ferrett now regrets.)
Every person I’ve ever entered into a polyamorous relationship with has told me they are good at respecting boundaries. And every one of them has been, right up until they encounter a boundary they don’t like.
If real life was like videogames, the soldiers approaching the beach on D-Day would have been psyched. Their reaction: “Once I kill this beach full of Nazis, I am totally going to level up!”
It’d be nice if we all got better feedback on what we were doing. Really, most of us live in a vacuum of feedback. Unfortunately, most of us lose our fucking shit whenever we get negative feedback, so nobody gives it.
I wish I got fewer crushes on people. It’s really awkward pretending I don’t have them.
I probably talk about ponies too much.
I like to think that I am very good at respecting boundaries but that doesn’t mean that I don’t sometimes fuck up. We all do, no matter how good we might be. And sometimes I think many people get hung up on the “that boundary doesn’t make sense” thing and forget that there’s an extra two words on that sentence: “TO ME.”
And because it doesn’t make sense to them they can’t see why it is to you. Then they forget that it’s not the boundary they’re disrespecting when they cross it, it’s the person behind it, the person they theoretically care about and don’t want to hurt.
So while I do, from time to time, fuck things up, I always try to remember the person behind the thing that doesn’t make any sense to me, how it will hurt them, and how I don’t want to hurt them.
And Ferrett, I don’t know exactly what’s going on but obviously there’s something behind this post. I hope you know that I’m here if you need to vent. You are, in no uncertain terms, one of my favorite people in the world. I hate it when you hurt and I just wish I could help.
Email, call, text, smoke signals, whatever (just no Morse code – it’s been a decade since I’ve been proficient in it). As long as I’m able to answer I always will.