Overthinking: Engaging the Complication Cicuitry
Wouldn't it be sweet if life was a simple progression from certainty to certainty? If at every point requiring a decision, we had a Wombatproof method by which we could choose the right path, time after time?
I say Wombatproof because I have an impeccable record of, at forks in the road, leaving the paved superhighway behind. Instead I battle on with the steep and rocky path strewn with monsters and zombies and mantraps with pointed sticks at the bottom. Very pointy sticks. The impression I have is that everyone else is able to choose the better way on more than a random basis, but what do I know? - I'm a notoriously bad judge of character.
Changing the way I approach forks in the road is a slow business. Especially with respect to ladies, a clear-cut way to move forward can be difficult to find. One could trust one's gut, of course, but clarity of communication isn't Gut's forte. When Mind gets involved, it's like the whole rest of the world gets to have an input - there's so MUCH information that can be pretzeled into a decision.
It's like there's a whole department of the brain specifically designed to complicate even the most simple thing. For instance: Should I call her back now or later? Is it too soon? Will she think me too keen? Too needy? Not needy enough?
Exhausting, isn't it. In writing this, the answer becomes clear, but I'd still like some way to disengage the Complication Circuitry. All is does is send me around in circles.
Bottoms Up, Over-Thinkers.
wombat@kissnblog.com
I say Wombatproof because I have an impeccable record of, at forks in the road, leaving the paved superhighway behind. Instead I battle on with the steep and rocky path strewn with monsters and zombies and mantraps with pointed sticks at the bottom. Very pointy sticks. The impression I have is that everyone else is able to choose the better way on more than a random basis, but what do I know? - I'm a notoriously bad judge of character.
Changing the way I approach forks in the road is a slow business. Especially with respect to ladies, a clear-cut way to move forward can be difficult to find. One could trust one's gut, of course, but clarity of communication isn't Gut's forte. When Mind gets involved, it's like the whole rest of the world gets to have an input - there's so MUCH information that can be pretzeled into a decision.
It's like there's a whole department of the brain specifically designed to complicate even the most simple thing. For instance: Should I call her back now or later? Is it too soon? Will she think me too keen? Too needy? Not needy enough?
Exhausting, isn't it. In writing this, the answer becomes clear, but I'd still like some way to disengage the Complication Circuitry. All is does is send me around in circles.
Bottoms Up, Over-Thinkers.
wombat@kissnblog.com
9 comments:
The girl in this post's pic looks eerily familiar.
All girls are complicated. If she is into you, calling too soon is never a problem! If she is not into you, never calling soon enough.
Go right for the hotties, the odds are the same.
Why is it that the only hitch-hikers I see are skeeves hiding knives up their sleeves, Mr Night?
Clearly it is advisable to pick up ONLY bikini-ed lady highway riders. They might have a thermonuclear device in their duffel bag, but they'll carry no knives. Or only very tiny ones. Like toothpicks.
Silly, I was referring to that Kiwi that came to visit last summer.
I'm inclined to agree with Mr. N on this one. As long as you're living your life and don't call immediately, or 19 times in an afternoon, you're fine. Just don't do what the guy a friend is dating did--ask her out on 3 dates in 6 dates and when she says she feels a bit overwhelmed when he tries for an immediate 4th one say "I don;t follow dating protocol." In her view, that protocol is there for a reason... not to feel smothered by the guy.
Really nice post Wombat - I almost believed you... :) believed that you have all the answers.
BbG x
Ah, yes, the Kiwi. Now I see what you mean, although my experience was that she wore a scowl rather than a demure bikini.
Miss Licious, we should coin a word describing the kind of guy who suffocates the woman he's chasing. Reading your description of the smotherer gives me the creeps...what kind of person thinks they can completely ignore a request when they barely know the person, and expect them to want another plastic bag over their head?
People are self-sabotaging in infinite variety.
You mean I broke through your natural BS detector, BbG? This makes me stand a little taller in my brogues.
I know what you mean, Wombat. Suffocator's latest move was to insist on a walk in the woods with my friend at night, in the rain, despite her saying she was cold and a little afraid. Needless to say, she's decided not to go on another date with him.
Hello Wombat, ltns. I would submit that the ladies are not as hard to figure out as we think. After a long argument, haven't you ever just had that "oh, I get it" feeling just before the reconciliation and make-up sex? The trouble is, we listen to what they *say* is the problem, and believe that. In my humble opinion. And of course sometimes they say exactly what they mean/feel. :)
Miss S. Sorry for no reply. Been on leave from blogverse. Hope you're well and dating up a storm..
Martian!
OMG! How the hell are you?
Well, yes, I see your point. Frankly, I'm crap at arguing with women, because my temp doesn't rise that much. Therefore, I rarely see make-up sex. But that's a side issue. Yes, of course you're right. It's mostly easy to see their POV, at least after a while. Whether it's worthy of validation is another question. Right?
Now I'm beginning to see why ex-es hate me.
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