allowing the emotion in

How often have you allowed your emotion to overrule your instincts?  He doesn't call and we immediately, against our instinctive judgment, decide he is obviously smitten and is afraid of being rejected . So , what do we do? We send a text message, and of course when we get no response, we realise he hasn't heard the message beep. So we phone - he will hear the ring tone. He doesn't answer, and although we have already crossed the line, we cannot stop ourselves. We go into emotional disarray and call again, and again... Our gut instinct is to ignore the man, and not give him credit for anything but being able to breath without life support, but no, we can't wait out the game. 
Lets look at the reality. He hasn't called cause he has something better to do, and it does not include you. Reality. No excuses.  But hang on, there could be one other scenario.....he is already involved with someone else, and here again, it is time for a reality check. He is playing with your emotions...he has given you some concrete signs of interest ...this isn't a total fantasy, is it? anyway, if he is involved, then why on earth are you allowing yourself to be second best cause that is all you will ever be. He 'belongs' to someone else, and until he is removed from that situation - totally removed - he is out of bounds. Not worth the angst and your valuable time. 
Ignoring the signals, making excuses for him...sound familiar?  

elementary, dear Watson, elementary

At least once in each of our relationships, we do or say something we know , deep down, is not the way to go. Instinctively we all know how to play the game, but for some or other reason we consciously jeopardise sabotaging what is important to us. 

We allow our emotional fantasies to cloud our players instincts .How many times do we swamp the play with our impatience?  Look at the hunter.....he lies in wait for the prey , and doesn't jump up before he is 100% sure he has his desire fully mesmerised and ready for him.  Just like the fisherman who lets' the fish play on his line ...reeling it in, then letting it swim out on the line...that moment of triumph when the fish thinks it is getting away...and then when he is off his guard...reel him in.

Life, love , relationships are just the same ..same rules...same successes....until we stuff things up. Sound familiar?   tell me about it.

ships that pass in the night

The other day I re-connected with a friend from my university days - now this was my best friend in 1976.  As I thought about this, and the fact that we had parted ways, it occured to me that it would be iinteresting to chart all the friends and acquantances whose lives have crossed mine. In fact, best friends could be at the top of the chart , and then one wonders how a best friend becomes an ex-friend? Am I just fickle or is it usual for people to befriend and then move on like ships that pass in the night?