Do you ever wonder how someone really feels about you? Do you ever find yourself thinking someone's behavior is a little strange, and put some judgment around that?
We can play ducks and drakes with someone for years, barely giving them a hint that we like them, or care about them or would miss them if they vanished.
I wonder why that is. We all have our reasons, but I am guessing it is often about not wanting to be embarrassed, or rejected, or scorned.
Maybe there's good evidence to the fact that they actually like you, but do they like you enough to do only something, but not enough to do something else.
You are caught in the cross hairs. What does it all mean??
A dominant man, as in a really dominant man, dominant down to his bones, has, as far as I can tell, an agenda. It might be naughty, it might be nice; it might be to help, it might be to please themselves.
The thing is they don't share their agendas really, so you don't really know what's behind the facade.
You know, you have all the terminology. 'Good girl' What does that even mean? That you pleased them? That you are going along with the unsaid plan? That you don't raise objections?
It can get even more obtuse. 'Be your best self'. 'Operate for your highest good'.
I looked that one up, the last one, and nobody can define that one, because it means something specific to each person, if they have thought about it at all.
I'm not criticizing exactly, but these unsaid plans seem to be based around change, maybe transformation. On one level, it's all good, but what if the limitations of the humble man are also those of the dominant? Just maybe he doesn't have the power to alter the Universe's plan. Maybe, there isn't a win: win in this scenario.
I like it right here in the present moment, one simple breath at a time: expecting nothing. There's nothing to hope for, to wish for, to adjust and adapt. It's just what is. It's me as the observer, simply noticing.
There's all this striving you can do in the hope of wonderful outcomes, or there's no striving in particular, apart from what one really must do. You decide.
As I wrote that last line I realized, 'ah yes, that's the submissive's sweet spot.' Just sit right here and let it all play out. Nothing to do. Nowhere to go.
David, my dear blog friend David, who passed on some years ago, once said to me about submission, 'you give everything up and you see what you get back'.
I'd be happy with that deal except that there are times as a submissive when it hurts too much. I mean it hurts too much when the connection is lost or supposedly requires severing for a time.
There's been a lot of severing over time. I never knew there could be quite so much of it.
I heard an explanation of grief recently. It never goes away they said but if your life is a big circle and the grief starts off as nearly as big a circle as your life, over time the circle will become smaller. It will find its place in your life and in that way, whilst you will always have the grief, it will be more comfortable, and you'll manage better.
I think I prefer this idea. You hear a knock at your door. You answer it.
'Ah grief, you're back, old friend. Please do come in and sit with me for a while. Turns out it is one of those days for you to visit.'
In a while, you will walk grief to the door and thank her for coming, knowing that she will return another day.
'Thank you for coming, grief. I know you need to do this, and I won't shun you no matter how many times you need to visit. Take care. Goodbye for now.'
A sad day rolls over me. I accept it. This is the way it is for we humans.
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