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DISPAND STOP ORANGEMAN STOP
A while back, I had a conversation with a friend who said that her standard way of expressing a sense of being on board with a progressing relationship was to say, "you really get me." That's a good standard to measure by, I think, not the amount of time you spend with someone or the things you do together or the things you have in common, but whether you understand each other's machinery. Except that I remember thinking, at the time, that I never say that, that I never think people understand where I'm coming from, not because I'm so unpredictable, but because I tend to be reserved and not really give people a fair shot at getting me. So as good an indicator as it is, I don't think I've ever once said this to another person.
Except that more and more lately (or maybe it's just that I'm right at this moment standing in a position to see more clearly), I've been getting evidence that people are getting me. They'll send a link and say, hey this reminds me of you, and I totally see it and spend the rest of the day beaming not only at the link itself, but also that someone would see and think to send it to me because, well, because that person gets me after all.
I'm used to thinking of myself as being unconventional in the ways I view my relationships, in the things I expect of them. I tend to think that I don't very often fall prey to the idea that the most fulfilling relationship one can aspire to is a romantic one, but maybe movies and pop music and books have warped my views more than I give them credit for, because more and more, I am noticing that people do get me, understand me in ways that indicate that they've been paying more than superficial attention. And that while I don't have an SO worked into my life whose stated purpose is to understand me, that doesn't mean that no one does.
It's both satisfying and a little disconcerting, to be surrounded by evidence that this has probably been true all along.
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A related conversation:
Mother: I don't know how to say this without spoiling the surprise, so I'm just going to tell you because I don't want you to pre-empt me.
Me: Whaaat?
Mother: Well, I found something for you on ebay. Remember how you called a couple of weeks ago, and you wanted to know what happened to our old globe?
(N.B. I called her a couple of weeks ago, wanting to know what had happened to our old globe, a grandmother-acquired relic manufactured before the US had its full component of fifty states.)
Me: YOU GOT ME A VINTAGE GLOBE. *_*
Mother: Yeah, and I didn't want you to go looking for one and get one on your own.
Me: And I totally would have! *_*
Mother: I know you would have. In fact, I was hoping you weren't going to bid against me on this one.
Me: *_*
Mother: You can't have it till Christmas, though.
Me: *_*
Mother: You're already thinking about where you're going to put it, aren't you?
Me: *_* YES. STOP DAZZLING ME WITH YOUR FREAKISHLY ACCURATE INSIGHT OKAY.
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Except that more and more lately (or maybe it's just that I'm right at this moment standing in a position to see more clearly), I've been getting evidence that people are getting me. They'll send a link and say, hey this reminds me of you, and I totally see it and spend the rest of the day beaming not only at the link itself, but also that someone would see and think to send it to me because, well, because that person gets me after all.
I'm used to thinking of myself as being unconventional in the ways I view my relationships, in the things I expect of them. I tend to think that I don't very often fall prey to the idea that the most fulfilling relationship one can aspire to is a romantic one, but maybe movies and pop music and books have warped my views more than I give them credit for, because more and more, I am noticing that people do get me, understand me in ways that indicate that they've been paying more than superficial attention. And that while I don't have an SO worked into my life whose stated purpose is to understand me, that doesn't mean that no one does.
It's both satisfying and a little disconcerting, to be surrounded by evidence that this has probably been true all along.
:::
A related conversation:
Mother: I don't know how to say this without spoiling the surprise, so I'm just going to tell you because I don't want you to pre-empt me.
Me: Whaaat?
Mother: Well, I found something for you on ebay. Remember how you called a couple of weeks ago, and you wanted to know what happened to our old globe?
(N.B. I called her a couple of weeks ago, wanting to know what had happened to our old globe, a grandmother-acquired relic manufactured before the US had its full component of fifty states.)
Me: YOU GOT ME A VINTAGE GLOBE. *_*
Mother: Yeah, and I didn't want you to go looking for one and get one on your own.
Me: And I totally would have! *_*
Mother: I know you would have. In fact, I was hoping you weren't going to bid against me on this one.
Me: *_*
Mother: You can't have it till Christmas, though.
Me: *_*
Mother: You're already thinking about where you're going to put it, aren't you?
Me: *_* YES. STOP DAZZLING ME WITH YOUR FREAKISHLY ACCURATE INSIGHT OKAY.
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