Duskypearls
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ORIGINAL: LaTigresse Dusky...I am the same way, but less periodically and more consistantly. It really is the way my brain works. The more emotional and dramatic the issue, the more I go into none emotional, cold, how can this be solved.......mode. It's how I deal with my own shit. I feel I cannot allow emotion to rule. I have to make good decisions based on facts. I am also a person that wants clear communication about expectations. If I don't get it, then I don't feel others have a legitimate gripe about the outcome. That just doesn't make for easy friendships with women. There just seem to be too many unspoken assumptions and expectations. Then the passive aggressive manipulation shit kicks in. I absolutely hate that. It brings out the worst in me. It's one behaviour that I really struggle to deal with in any sort of positive way. Good of you to say so, LaT. I'm constantly amazed by how much the loss of estrogen, in menopause, has changed my way of thinking/feeling/responding. Before it, I used go waaay overboard in the emotion department (internally, at least). Now I seem to go a bit overboard in the rational department at times. While it is makes things a whole lot less stressful for me to identify problems, find solutions, and not get washed away/drowned by loose-horse emotions, I find it sometimes presents problems when dealing w/others. Sometimes it even astounds me how absolutely "sterile and surgical" I have become! I completely understand their frustration with me, when this occurs, for I was the same way most of my life. While I loved being an emotional being, I hated the way I had learned to allow it to derail much of my life. Since then, I realize how bloody self-sabotaging it was, regardless of how true, real, or authentic it felt at the time. Now, finally (and not a moment too soon, I must add), I realize how facts are NOT feelings, and I really should not let them rule/derail my life. Seems to be about my biggest life lesson, this time around. One good thing out of it, tho', is it helps me to far better understand how many men think/feel/react in the same way, and how frustrated they get when all they want to do is help a gal with her professed problem, yet when he gives her the solution, he get's shot down for it. Poor fella's, I feel for ya! I really must more consciously work on this, or I run the risk of becoming a social pariah! Lawdy, Lawdy, people, please forgive me for what I do not yet know, and the faux pas I make as a result. There are things in which I am still in the infant stage. No harm intended.
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