In platonic relationships I don’t put up with much. My tolerance is too low. The slightest dealbreaker rears its head and I retreat, putting up barriers and readying myself for more alone time. After single parenting and solo homeownership and my career and satisfying my photographic impulses I don’t have a lot of room in my life for much else. But in the land of coupledom? I have a much more difficult time walking away from what doesn’t work. If some pieces of the whole in a romantic relationship are amazing enough I will endure SO much turbulence and put up such a fight to try to save those happy bits. But if we are the sum of our parts it just doesn’t add up. I need to learn to concede defeat and call it a day. It seems highly unlikely that I’ll ever find a suitable suitor to settle down with. Maybe it’s time to stop trying. Life is too short.
Five other wistful or bittersweet things:
- Oh, days gone by. Not a complete listing but the Minnesota Historical Society has an inventory of its band files for First Avenue & the 7th Street Entry available and the online listing highlights a number of shows I was at in the 80s and 90s.
- Platonic love stories.
- Good Morning, Beautiful a short film by Todd Cobery (about the loss of a newborn - something I can relate to after my experience with a stillborn child)
- Uptown’s fairly new Double Danger Comics is closing already. That didn’t last long.
- An acquaintance invited me (and a cast of others) to join him on a journey to the Austin Psych Fest. Oh how I’d like to take him up on this offer! Such a fantastic lineup. But it’s not in the cards for me.
Tonight I’m forcing myself to go out in an attempt to reinforce and nurture some platonic relationships. At the opening of “Anthology” Images and Words from the Twin Cities Music Scene at the XY&Z Gallery. I anticipate having a lovely time.
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I’m so bummed about Double Danger :(
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