Uggianaqtuq
Which is apparently an Inuit term suggesting unexpected behavior or 'a friend acting strangely.' Coincidence that I pulled that word from an article that my sweetheart sent to me just an hour ago? Absolutely. But fitting, nonetheless.
I had a long IM conversation last night with a man that I used to date; someone I still hold in very high regard. We had an enlightening discussion about how our few months of romance went from infatuation to friend zone. The bottom line, we [mutually] didn't communicate what we were thinking - at least, not to any satisfying depth. And through that lack of communication, we both developed significant [mis]perceptions about the 'relationship.' Our gut instincts told us something was off kilter, but rather than discussing the issues, we just...stopped dating.
I'm a much better writer than I am a verbal communicator. I can spill my heart out in an e-mail, but when I look a man in the eyes, the wiring that connects heart - brain - mouth short circuits. I turn into a 'Johnny 5' uggianaqtuq, and virtually shut down.
Last night, as I lay awake in the dark of the late evening hours, I thought 'I hope I never have to have an after-the-fact conversation like this with my Charming Fellow, because I can't figure out how to re-wire and articulate my emotions.' I'm a guarded genie in a bottle; I need prompting. In the meantime, the icebergs begin to melt...
I had a long IM conversation last night with a man that I used to date; someone I still hold in very high regard. We had an enlightening discussion about how our few months of romance went from infatuation to friend zone. The bottom line, we [mutually] didn't communicate what we were thinking - at least, not to any satisfying depth. And through that lack of communication, we both developed significant [mis]perceptions about the 'relationship.' Our gut instincts told us something was off kilter, but rather than discussing the issues, we just...stopped dating.
I'm a much better writer than I am a verbal communicator. I can spill my heart out in an e-mail, but when I look a man in the eyes, the wiring that connects heart - brain - mouth short circuits. I turn into a 'Johnny 5' uggianaqtuq, and virtually shut down.
Last night, as I lay awake in the dark of the late evening hours, I thought 'I hope I never have to have an after-the-fact conversation like this with my Charming Fellow, because I can't figure out how to re-wire and articulate my emotions.' I'm a guarded genie in a bottle; I need prompting. In the meantime, the icebergs begin to melt...
7 Comments:
At April 12, 2006 4:13 PM, Tyler said…
Interesting exhibit.
Now how do you pronounce that?
At April 12, 2006 5:10 PM, Phil said…
So Charming Fellow is a tree hugger?
At April 12, 2006 5:12 PM, DC Cookie said…
If you consider me to be a tree...
At April 12, 2006 5:17 PM, Johnny said…
I think this will really seal the deal for you...
'Do you love me?
Cuz I really love me too.
A LOT.'
:-P
:-)
At April 12, 2006 7:00 PM, Drunken Chud said…
i was an inuit once. didn't care for the igloos, so i left and became a mayan instead. got bored with that, decided i was pacific islander. eventually when that ganered me no respect i decided i was black. it's helped a lot in the growth process of a young white male.
At April 13, 2006 1:34 AM, O-FACE said…
Good news guys. I'm the mayor inside the hole of a donut!!!!
At April 13, 2006 10:59 AM, tommy said…
I think women in general have no problem communicating their feelings, all men have to do is listen.
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