Complicated

I'm a relatively practical person when it comes to interactions with other people. I don't know if that is just the result of my life experiences or my interest in psychology. Not that that matters, of course. What does matter is that I boil things down to a few simple equations.

human+human=sticky situations

human drama+me=I'm outta here

I've learned, often the hard way, that I don't need extra complications in my life. There are enough there already. What I don't understand is why people feel the need to let the drama brew and fester and turn into an emotional infection that leaves scar tissue in its wake.

Take, for instance, what I recently said to someone about my view of human relationships. In a perfect world, I like some qualities in another person and would like to have them as part of my life. If they feel the same way about me, great. If not, that's great, too, because I only want to be surrounded by people who also want to surround me. I guess this is why I keep my friends as long as I do. We work.

This just makes sense.

There's really no need for the complications. Yet, so often we find ourselves stuck in the mire of how we want others to perceive us or a suffocating fear of rejection. The real freedom, however, is found in realizing that we make our own decisions about what is and what is not acceptable. Sometimes I have to accept the fact that something about me is not acceptable. Sometimes I'm the one cutting ties.

And that's okay. It's supposed to be that way.