Wednesday night
Oct. 16th, 2002 11:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
same_skyWe ended up in Lexington out of the blue today. That was pleasant, although we barely bought anything. I got some real tatting thread and my hubby decided to become a painter, and thus bought a largeish canvas. He started on it after we got home.. I think it'll look cool, though if it does, he'll want to cover every wall in our house with paintings.. ;)
It's funny, that. We have been super creative lately, or at least very into creative pursuits. The more we take up, the more we think of doing. Currently, we're actively into web design, mandolin and electric guitar building, cross-stitch, tatting, painting, writing and cooking. We keep coming up with more things we want to work on, too, but that we don't have much time for. It's a bit weird, as neither of us were particularly megacrafty before.
It sorta reminds me of a conversation we had a while back. You will not see the connection, but that's okay. See, I've had some pretty bad friends in my short life. Magnus says I'm a nurturer. I seem to attract broken people. This tendency is more obvious with some of the mud friends I've had, but it applies to my real life even more. It just takes longer to notice. The problem is that once I fix them, they don't need me anymore. ;) It also means that the person on the giving side will eventually get burned when it's their turn to be on the receiving side. I was going to give three notable examples of such friends, but it's not important anymore and I don't want to get into it tonight. He's had the same sort of function for people, though I don't think his real life was affected in quite the same ways. He's much smarter than I am, or luckier.
Anyway, now that we're married, we spend much more time taking care of each other than we do taking care of ourselves. He buys me cookie dough ice cream at midnight and I make him gigantic sandwiches. He brings me flowers and I buy him Pez. He plays with my hair and I answer the phone cause he doesn't like to. Neither of us see the point in fighting, and we're still openly affectionate in front of anyone who happens to be around. In short, we drive everyone crazy.
But that's the connection. I've been thinking that maybe our creative impulses are finally being set free because we're finally in happy and healthy meaningful relationships. (By relationships, I'm not talking about romantic involvements necessarily.) We're not wasting massive amounts of energy on the irresolvable troubles of other people anymore, so perhaps we're able to work on ourselves for a change.
All this is, of course, wild speculation and theorizing, but I like it, regardless. Night folks. :)
It's funny, that. We have been super creative lately, or at least very into creative pursuits. The more we take up, the more we think of doing. Currently, we're actively into web design, mandolin and electric guitar building, cross-stitch, tatting, painting, writing and cooking. We keep coming up with more things we want to work on, too, but that we don't have much time for. It's a bit weird, as neither of us were particularly megacrafty before.
It sorta reminds me of a conversation we had a while back. You will not see the connection, but that's okay. See, I've had some pretty bad friends in my short life. Magnus says I'm a nurturer. I seem to attract broken people. This tendency is more obvious with some of the mud friends I've had, but it applies to my real life even more. It just takes longer to notice. The problem is that once I fix them, they don't need me anymore. ;) It also means that the person on the giving side will eventually get burned when it's their turn to be on the receiving side. I was going to give three notable examples of such friends, but it's not important anymore and I don't want to get into it tonight. He's had the same sort of function for people, though I don't think his real life was affected in quite the same ways. He's much smarter than I am, or luckier.
Anyway, now that we're married, we spend much more time taking care of each other than we do taking care of ourselves. He buys me cookie dough ice cream at midnight and I make him gigantic sandwiches. He brings me flowers and I buy him Pez. He plays with my hair and I answer the phone cause he doesn't like to. Neither of us see the point in fighting, and we're still openly affectionate in front of anyone who happens to be around. In short, we drive everyone crazy.
But that's the connection. I've been thinking that maybe our creative impulses are finally being set free because we're finally in happy and healthy meaningful relationships. (By relationships, I'm not talking about romantic involvements necessarily.) We're not wasting massive amounts of energy on the irresolvable troubles of other people anymore, so perhaps we're able to work on ourselves for a change.
All this is, of course, wild speculation and theorizing, but I like it, regardless. Night folks. :)
