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I haven't been sleeping well for the last few...years. This is nothing new. I'm a chronically light sleeper who wakes up at the sound of a butterfly sneezing in Africa. Or the first crack of light emanating from my alarm clock in the darkness of 3 a.m. And I can't sleep when there is any light around.

I've been sleeping on a sofa bed for the last few days, and it is positioned directly under two large south-facing windows. The light begins seeping through around 6 a.m., and from then until whenever I finally officially wake, I attempt to sleep with my head wedged between two pillows.

During this time, I have some interesting dreams. This morning my dreams were all conversation-based, and each one carried the theme of "conversations you wish people could really have in this world."

Let's just say, in the not-so-perfect dream world, men were open, honest, and forthright about what they were thinking in relationships. I was bold and unreserved about what I really felt about some people and how they had affected me. Some moments were raw. Others beautiful.

I'm not sure why these types of conversations don't seem to ever happen in real life. I'd like to think they could and do when we're all open to ourselves, but I know it doesn't usually work that way. Why is that?

Think about it. How many books and blogs and seminars are dedicated to fostering "open communication"? Look through any dating website and you will see over and over again requests from people for "honest and open people who don't play games and say what they mean". How often have you screamed to the heavens, "why won't they just talk to me?" We all want this level of honesty, but very few of us ever seem to achieve it.

I did this morning for a few moments. I think I'll carry these around with me for a while.
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Christy said…
I feel the same way and remember vowing to my early-twenties self that I'd be open and honest in conversation. I find that most people are shocked by the things I'm willing to say and I don't understand that at all. But I'm with you - I wish more people would be brave enough to say what they think.
10:45 AM
frabjouspoet said…
It's really a puzzle to me. I often say things that shock people, and most people are surprised at the level of transparency in my words. I just don't get the point of faking it.
2:33 PM
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