LadyC said:
Arghhhh!!!! 8O
I did it again... insulted someone without meaning to!
No Haggis, you didn't write something you'll regret later, not that I've noticed at least. What I meant was... what you said about the street lights, and the purity of bogie's (and your) soul... sounded like you were saying he's sweet... in a way... but you also said sweet people are just putting up a facade...
Man, I think I'm digging myself in deeper!
The comment about putting stuff in writing was just my addition to this thread, about life's lessons.
No Lady C, you didn't insult me at all. I was just trying to figure out what you meant, that's all.
I don't think sweet people put up a facade any more than the rest of us. We all of us put up a 'public' facade to some degree.
I didn't mean to suggest that sweet people are not genuinely sweet, either. What I meant was, sweet people feel the same anger, frustration, etc., as the rest of us... they just approach such emotions differently, they maintain a proper decorum, if you will, in the face of such frustrations.
What I have found is, a person who presents a gentle demeanor as part of his/her particular public face might one day lash out in anger... and other people, people who know that person only as a 'real sweetheart' will be shocked, truly shocked.
Think about it, if you know someone who is very sweet and kind all the time, imagine if that person suddenly got nasty about something. You would probably react far worse to such an outburst from that person than you would from a known hothead who always has outbursts. This can make it hard on the sweet person, for they find they have to maintain that one-dimensional front in order to keep people feeling comfortable.
I guess what I am saying (and with far too many words, I might add) is that sweet people often become victims of their own desire to be nice. Again, virtually all of us have a public facade, but the ones who are saints have it harder to keep that facade in place.
Yikes, and one more thing, I would love to have a world where everybody maintained that sweet and pleasant public facade. It would be a return to civilization as we once knew it.
Phew, now I am tired, all that work, all those words.