I have a friend who has a problem with the men she dates. No matter how carefully she chooses, she ends up with men who exhibit the same set of personality flaws — and who have the same tendency to deprive her of what she needs emotionally.
Each time it happens, she thinks she understands how it happened and how to avoid it next time. So she consciously sets out to avoid what she had before and she rationally evaluates what she wants — only to find out that the same essential latent characteristics come out in the next boyfriend. And she has no idea how this keeps happening.
I’ve been thinking about this for several days, starting very early Thursday morning. Somewhere in the neighborhood of 4:30 a.m., I woke up with a thought and I couldn’t go back to sleep. After turning the thought over in my head again and again for awhile, I decided to type it on my iPhone so I could think about it in the morning. As I was about to type it, I decided to throw it out there to Facebook to see if anybody had any thoughts about it. Here’s what my sleep-adled brain typed from bed:
I wonder whether some of us are more frightened by the prospects of good things happening in our lives than we are of bad things. Not consciously, of course, but do some people become so accustomed to disappointment that the notion of happiness is unconsciously scary?
Since it was so early, I didn’t think anybody would see it or comment on it, but I was mistaken. It seems as though a number of people had interesting thoughts about it. And my mind has been chewing on the issue ever since.
Is it persistence or stubbornness to keep chasing uncertain outcomes?
Love & Hope — Episode 11:
What if we had a birthday party for the USA — and nobody came?
Freedom lovers, why do so many of you still blindly trust the GOP?
We have no choice but to trust even in face of betrayal and hurt
Whose life is it anyway? Police taser man trying to protect home from fire
Danger of Iran war getting stronger because of blindness, hypocrisy
We learn lessons as we mature, but it’s usually too late by then
Hiding anger was a survival skill, so you might not know I’m angry