I'm a genius of imagination

Here it is:
"Your imagination is quite vivid right now, but try not to let it lead you too far into a fantasy world, particularly when you meet someone new. You need to keep your feet on the ground and base decisions only on the facts at hand -- drawing conclusions or making any type of assumption could take you a long way down the wrong path. But just because you have to keep it cool doesn't mean you can't have fun! Unleash your charm, and you will be the life of the party."
Unfortunately, my imagination almost always gets the best of me.  Undoubtedly I daydream more than the average person.  I can't scientifically prove this, but when you lead a romantically solitary life as I do, you tend to let your wily side run amuck in the abyss that is your waking mind. However, due to my attempts to keep this blog along the lines of PG-13, I won't go into details.  Let me just say if these thoughts were ever put to the reality challenge someone might end up in traction. At the very least days of rest would be required.

Unleash your charm.  C'mon! I ooze the stuff. Except when I mostly need it.  I don't think that's particularly Leo-like. Do I exude confidence? Sure. In the work place.  Online? Of course. Personal relationships? ACK! A bundle of nerves and a puddle of rippling self-doubt.  As far as assumptions may go, they are typically toward the more negative side of the road.  I know it's unfair to the person whom I'm dealing with to ass-u-me. Felix Unger did a fine job of spelling  it out.

A very wonderful friend shared with me the wisdom bestowed upon him as a young boy by a neighborhood elder.  " life...not a problem to be solved but a mystery to be lived" I need to wrap myself up in that sage advice.  Though it shouldn't be a task to relax and learn to enjoy that which has been given to me, I tend to jump to pessimistic conclusions out of internal fear.  There's no way I can skip chapters or turn to the last page of the book of life. It is a novel that is being continuously written.


Duh!

Comments

  1. AnonymousOctober 27, 2009 at 9:04 AM

    Dear Marissa,
    My memory has faded a little as I told you the story. Old Harley G. said "Life is not a puzzle to be solved but a mystery to be lived". Puzzle or problem same thing...
    I wish this/you to be only the first chapter in a book that will Never end:)

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  2. MarissaOctober 27, 2009 at 9:15 AM

    You *always* know exactly what I want to hear when I need to hear it..
    Puzzle does give a more poetic edge to the pearl of wisdom.

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