Genuine

His words cut to the chase.

 

I like cutting to the chase.

 

Bottom line up front.

 

No spine? Not for me. Steer clear.

 

Do I ask too many questions, want the story? Totally, every detail.

 

Yes, my life provides the opportunity to live vicariously through SO many diverse people. As a result, my friends and acquaintances are numerous and varied, over the last seven years.

 

Love, love of people in general, well, I'm never afraid to love my fellow humans. This comes most naturally to me.

 

Love, anymore, at this point in my life, a deep intimate love, scares me out of my jammies. Terrified is a very good description.

 

Wild heart in a genuinely raw way? I relate, deeply.

 

Processing thoughts out loud while looking off into the distance - thinking - this processing method isn't for everyone.

Something about eye contact. And then there's the whole thinking out loud.

 

Recently I responded to a lovely acquaintance, asking him to submit all questions in writing, going forward. I was only half joking. This will never happen, him submitting questions in written form. But unless he wants to listen to rambling thought processing, his time would be better served doing it my way. Plus, he would analyze every single word. And there is no guarantee at any given time who else is privy to private conversations. Accurate statement.

 

How do these people find their way into my everyday life? Good question.

 

Mixed blessings.

 

Genuine feelings.

 

Genuine thoughts.