Dance Around Like Devo.

And I think that part of the problem with relationships with men is that they have no idea how to make you feel valued, important, not taken for granted. So it comes out in these little bits and pieces, these little cracks that you can steal glimpses through, these human moments. Maybe it’s an insecurity thing. “Well, if I say that stuff to her, it makes it look like I need her, it makes me appear weak.” Hey, I want that stuff too! Give me all of it.

"I felt ok going to the looney bin because I knew there was somebody out there who I could have a conversation with, who really understands me. And that she’d still be there when I got back.”

He was armed only with Charles Bukowski and two pictures of me and I wondered when things stopped feeling so tenuous. (My heart smiled at the admission.) And standing in the record store with you laughing at the selections in the 25 cent bin was like standing with a sibling, it felt so close. Reminded me of Franka’s line in the Princess and the Warrior, “We were husband and wife, brother and sister, mother and father. Only we were both both.” That is an awesome feeling. Maybe it’s fleeting, maybe it isn’t. There is no way to know, so why get wrapped up in the anxiety of wondering? (And isn’t that what life is?)