I have spent a lot of time with women this past summer. All kinds of beauties. It wasn't intentional in the beginning, spending all these bonding, heart-to-heart moments with women. But reflecting on it now, it seems rather fitting. For what I am seeking out to learn about myself and the "type" of woman I want to grow into, it only seems appropriate.

So I went to bed with the word "ego" dancing in my head, looming like the giant letters of the alphabet in Sesame Street.
As women, okay, okay! a girl trying to be a woman in my case....we try to pick men apart *sigh* and figure out why they are the way they are and why they act(out) the way they do. Towards us. Being in a circle of females who generally don't seem to take shit from men (where avoidable of course :) it can be rather difficult for me to decipher what is really behind these bold statements we make in order to protect our pride and reasoning.
"but I know it's just my ego" *shrug* has become a common phrase within discussion, when on the topic of men. I can't help but let it feel more like a "taking responsibility" statement for feeling the way you feel and expressing it aloud, rather than the smart self-reflection it is meant to be. As silly or even *ahem* crazy as we believe ourselves to be sometimes, it is okay to feel and not necessarily equate those feelings with self-serving ego.
Is it really about "I, myself". I suppose it is. I understand the reality behind it, having been told that it would be wise to follow this way of thinking.
The dancing around letters of E -G and O have helped to conclude that I am not quite a believer. (Yet) I don't want it to be about ego. It can be about you. You and me.
Spreading the L-O-V-E.
Image: Les robes de Paul Poiret by Paul Iribe, 1908
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