“Not being able to govern events, I govern myself.” –Michel de Montaigne
“This didn’t go right!” “That is all wrong!” “Let me tell you what the problem is with what’s-her-name.” “He is so clueless; that’s why nobody likes to be around him.”
I have found the more a person tries to control outside forces, the unhappier they are with their lives. It shows in their words and their intent with those words. And I like to have too much fun in my life to be dragged down by Dottie Depression and Alan Asshole. Being around chronically unhappy people is such a waste of my white energy. Downers and jerk-wads are prone to be life-draining vampires, feeding off of the positive in the world. They don’t seem to know how to create their own, so they leech it from others. No thanks! I’d rather donate my share to the American Red Cross.
I have participated in meaningful relationships based upon the back-and-forth passing of negative energy flow. (Hey, I said meaningful; I didn’t say healthy.) Been there and done that. Don’t want that no more. ‘Cause I can’t get no satisfaction. Though I tried and I tried and I tried, and I tried. Unhappy doesn't do it for me. Joy does.
You gotta wanna be there. Just like I gotta wanna be there. I’m not interested in beating down a sentient being into submission or coaxing in them into compliance. I get my ‘top cookies’ (Thanks b_playful for letting me steal your line!) when someone asks for more and really, really means it. This is why I cannot consider a bratty submissive or slave. I expect the other person on the business-end of my cane to offer their ass up to me willingly. No pretense, no whining. Okay, okay, crying is allowed. Asking for additional strokes is good. Coming back for more is sweet. Oh so sweet, like oatmeal raisin cookies!
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