Distants, at a Distance

It's so easy to say the wrong thing at a distance..and trample on the other person's feelings unwittingly. Worse, it's even easier to hear the wrong thing from a distance, where your insecurities cunningly offer a secret decoder ring which promises to unlock the great mystery called “Now, what did he mean by that, exactly?”

Why is it so easy to fall prey to insecurities? Is it because, even though they're convincing you that the end is nigh, you're being convinced of something, given solid ground to stand on instead of being carried at the dizzying heights of deep-down feelings? There's a false sense of control, it seems, but many of us will seize whatever firmament handed to us because floating on strange seas is hard work.

Stranger still, you might think that absolutes would provide anchor. But the few absolutes I still accept...Love, Wishing, Hope, Trust...somehow seem to make things worse. Maybe because they when you need them most, they're furthest away.

Maybe this is where Intuition and Faith are supposed to leap in and suss out your wrong turn. And I swear to God (of Biscuits) that I am a strongly intuitive man, like he said we both were. And I promise you that, while Faith does not come easily to me, when it does, it's There. But both Intuition and Faith have failed me again. They were busy bickering when I really needed them to look at the map and help me navigate. I got lost, strayed from the direct path between Here and There.

Eventually, they got their act together, we're back on the path. Though I wish to fuck I could remember where the wrong turn happened. You know, so I could actually learn something?

I woke up. You were there.
Knockin' on the front door.
Cold gets in the things you wear.
So good it's that time again.