No, I haven’t neglected you and I hope your thread isn’t unraveling. For Lent, I’ve given up some things and scaled back on others, my writing doesn’t fall into either category (my notebooks are full) but my posting/online time has been scaled back, so forgive this noble scribe, at least until Holy Saturday (after Good Friday).
Don’t know if you’ve ever read The 5 Love Languages but, I’ve always known/felt that if you aren’t being loved the way you want to then you aren’t really being loved. I remember a woman once told me that just because someone doesn’t love you the way you want them to, doesn’t mean they don’t love you. I disagreed then and disagree now. Yeah, it kinda does mean they don’t love you because loving, whether romantic or platonic (our friendships) is a choice and if the way you choose to love someone isn’t acceptable to them, then, sorry, that ain’t love. My friendships are important because I don’t like too many folk, so my heart friends, know, at least they should know, my love language. Those who don’t, well, don’t be surprised to find yourself “poppin tags” on something you bought, that was given to me by you.
Love, like working (unless you hit the lotto), clothing, food, hair, etc., is a choice. How and who you love is so much of a choice that some of us prefer to love at Golden Coral instead of Ruth Chris. Aside from family, if someone is in your life, they are there by some choice you made. If they are important to you, make the choice to love them the way they want to be loved. If you don’t know, find out. Don’t know how, try asking. You’d be surprised what can be accomplished when we open our mouths for something besides complaining, eating and talking trash.
Like ideals and morals, everybody wants everybody else to love the way they do (i.e., the right way – to them) and for the life of me, I cannot understand why people can’t or won’t grasp the fact that what you eat don’t make me shhhh.
Aside from waking up (that is not our conscious choice), life is about choices. If you choose to love someone, love them their way and not yours, or yes, it is the highway.