Bedroom Musings

There is a measure of innate craziness in us all. But because humans have skins, no one can see you and immediately know what you had for dinner last night. They can’t see your heart either, and tell what feelings lie therein.

That’s why, if you do, you have to call someone’s attention to tell them you love them. Or hate them. Otherwise they won’t know. Plus, girls (especially) have been taught bitter lessons not to assume he loves them just because of some show of kindness and/or generosity. Usually, for the sake of peace, you don’t summon people only to express a message of dislike. You see them, they see you, y’all smile and go.

They say unexpressed gratitude is like winking at somebody in the dark; you know how you feel about them, but they don’t. What weren’t meant for your eyes should neither please nor upset you. Make your purchase, take your change, and go.

If you tell your wife you’re off to a business trip and, in all honesty, she believes you, you owe her that business trip. You have to really go. She packs your bags, kisses you safe trip and wishes you good luck, you have to go. So then if your plans change all of a sudden and you make a u-turn only to come home and chance upon her and a stranger in your bed, in all honesty, you have no moral right to be upset. You weren’t supposed to see; if she knew you were coming, she wouldn’t do that.

Thomas Wentworth makes this case before his execution… if words spoken to friends in familiar discourse, spoken at one’s table, spoken in one’s chamber, spoken in one’s sick bed – if these things were to be brought against a man as treason, it will be a silent world, and no man will dare to impart his solitary thoughts or opinions on his friends and neighbor.

Therefore, that innate craziness in us all… if from afar a man spreads out his ten fingers towards you in the dark, and you, perhaps, have a mysterious way of seeing in the dark, you’re not to take what you see to heart. It wasn’t his intention that you see it (or he would repeat it in the day). It is not a question of forgiving him; it is a question of carrying on as if nothing ever happened – as if there is nothing to forgive because frankly speaking, there isn’t.

Just thinking......!