Games (Blogophilia 10.5 and GBE 2 50)



 



And finds his trusty Thisbe’s mantle slain.
Whereat, with blade, with bloody blameful blade,
He bravely broached his boiling bloody breast.
And Thisbe, tarrying in mulberry shade,
His dagger drew, and died.-Midsummer’s Night Dream, Act V, Scene I


Ol’ Bill playing mind games with lovers and strangers again.  One makes an assumption and acts, then the other makes a worse assumption and now they are both dead.  This is basis of serial romantic drama from time immemorial. 

And when we read this kind of thing, what is our reaction?  Men usually go, “Better them than me.”   Women generally take a more sympathetic view.  Both go: “Well, that is just a bunch of strangers anyway, why should we really care?”

I think we care because the relations between men and women have a transcendental quality about them.  Whether they go well or poorly, the intense emotional change the fabric of who we are.  A joie de vivre springs within us and the first impulse is to jump on all the signs.  And then we wake up wonder who is this person and how did they get there?

How many relationships got started when the wall was ripped away for you?

Comments

  1. AnonymousApril 29, 2012 at 4:44 PM

    Interesting thoughts to ponder and a great way you presented them! Awesome :)
    Nissmech

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  2. AnonymousApril 29, 2012 at 4:47 PM

    I think you make a large truth, for better or worse relationships are retained in our emotional filters. Or maybe that wasn't your point, but it is mine. hahaha

    I know the impulse to see what I wanted to see, and make the other person the ideal. Did not work out so well... :)

    David II

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  3. Colleen Keller BreuningApril 29, 2012 at 6:04 PM

    Hmmm..... I have always been more driven by emotion than logic when it comes to matters of the heart. But maybe that is just because I'm a hopeless romantic.

    This kind of makes me think of that 80's song by the Talking Heads...." Once in a Lifetime"

    You may find yourself living in a shotgun shack
    And you may find yourself in another part of the world
    And you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile
    You may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful wife
    You may ask yourself, "Well, how did I get here?"

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  4. Colleen Keller BreuningApril 29, 2012 at 6:12 PM

    Hmmm..... I have always been more driven by emotion than logic when it comes to matters of the heart. But maybe that is just because I'm a hopeless romantic.

    This kind of makes me think of that 80's song by the Talking Heads...." Once in a Lifetime"

    You may find yourself living in a shotgun shack
    And you may find yourself in another part of the world
    And you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile
    You may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful wife
    You may ask yourself, "Well, how did I get here?"

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    1. Another Government EmployeeApril 29, 2012 at 8:50 PM

      I'm in the shotgun shack. I refused the large automobile. I think I am happier for it.

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  5. AnonymousApril 29, 2012 at 7:51 PM

    I keep banging my helmet on the wall but it does not fall. Would that any be willing to rip my wall away I would thank them yesterday, tomorrow and today.

    8 points Earthling! :)

    Marvin

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  6. AnonymousApril 30, 2012 at 3:00 AM

    I think one way relationships start is when a man and women are thrown together in an unfamiliar setting. Sallon

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  7. sueApril 30, 2012 at 10:34 AM

    Relationships end when the wall is ripped away - intriguing write

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  8. AnonymousApril 30, 2012 at 1:15 PM

    I am tempted to say the best of my relationships started with tequila, but then that may be exactly what you are saying: just a prefered means of wall removing

    TM

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    1. Another Government EmployeeApril 30, 2012 at 6:06 PM

      My most memorable started with the other party and tequila. There is success in sobriety. ;)

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  9. UnknownMay 2, 2012 at 2:08 PM

    Nice blog once I found it. lol
    Evil twin

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  10. UnknownMay 3, 2012 at 5:15 PM

    Romance can surely be a double edged sword. Interesting write.

    Kathy
    http://gigglingtruckerswife.blogspot.com

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  11. k~May 3, 2012 at 8:49 PM

    Enjoyed, I like the transcendental comparison... there is some truth in that. :-)

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  12. AnonymousMay 4, 2012 at 1:45 AM

    Cool blog! It is an interesting chemistry between a man and a woman indeed...

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  13. SuzyMay 4, 2012 at 2:58 AM

    I so believe that relations between men and women have a transcendental quality about them. I'm a hopeless romantic.

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  14. liamMay 4, 2012 at 9:57 AM

    **relations between men and women have a transcendental**

    So true!

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