Friday, January 13, 2006

The Butterfly Effect

Whitney:

For the past 4.5 months, I have enjoyed a rapid and frenzied pace of meeting the online pool of fine gentlemen from about 8 or 9 different sources (a friend and I counted last night!). As events, the dates themselves have been everything: easy, earnest, educational, effusive, exciting, erotic, exquisite, enjoyable, empty. As a result, I have become somewhat of an e-dating afficionado. The truth is, most of these men are just so delectable--that the crossing of our respective paths was facilitated by the internet is really quite a marvel. I find the whole system to be completely awesome (and I mean that in the most gigantic way).

Lately I've been scarce in the blogosphere because I found myself lost in a Bermuda Love Triangle (BLT), the particulars of which are not suitable for public consumption (No, I didn't go to Bermuda). However, I can comment on the issues that have arisen from these deeper trysts. They include exit strategies, commitment, trying to postpone the Defining the Relationship (DTR) conversation as long as possible (I'm serious.), and finally, navigating the tight-rope balance: should one pursue those elusive butterflies that punch you in the stomach and knock you senseless and ecstatic? or subscribe to slow, deliberately-timed interactions which make good sense, are not daunting, imposing, or scary, but also don't afford the heart much buy-in? Emotions vs. Logic. Heart vs. Brain. You know what I mean.

I already know that we risk what we value. For now I am risking a lack of butterflies in favor of the cerebral approach. To wit: I don't even know what the butterflies mean. Periphescence? Probably. Sustainability? Jury's out. Metamorphosis? Perhaps... As an entymologist-wanna-be, I'll assert that unbeknownst to most, butterflies secretly possess tiny little fists at the ends of their wings, which they use to pummel your solar plexus into delirious, giddy, smitten submission (or worse/better!).

Oh, don't be mistaken: I am still out there, and it is painful and marvelous, but I conclude so far that people are weenies! Butterflies don't make us fall in love! That can only occur in the absence of doubt, fear, and questioning-- quite a feat when we're confronted with a hugely glorious and unnamable something we can't quite comprehend. And yet, in spite of that, I don't honestly believe that there is much room for logic in the face of such enormity of feeling. (Don't worry-- the irony of the fact that I am trying to compartmentalize and analyze and label all of this here and now is not lost on me...)

Nevertheless, even still, at least for now, rationality shall remain a (n albeit meager) tool while my solar plexus prepares itself for the next round of beatings.

3 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

contrary to the way i normally operate, in relationships, logic has always given way to emotions. not to take a reductionist approach, but lately, i've been leaning toward relying on my gut instead, which, i think at least, differs from that of the heart or mind. and it hasn't failed me yet, in love and life.

i've found that the advantage of the gut instinct is that it reads your state of mind/heart and serves as a barometer for your partner's suitability and readiness as well.

and in the end, when i jump in, i'd like to know that i'm not jumping into an empty pool.

i love butterflies for so many reasons. but aren't butterflies the end stage result in their life cycle? taking a cerebral approach doesn't preclude the emergence of butterflies later on. for me, the diva entrance of butterflies is what unites the heart, mind and gut.

is this trinity sustainable? i dunno, but i certainly cherish my past great loves and hope that one day i will be ready to abandon all inhibitions and go all in again!

Monday, January 16, 2006 8:51:00 AM  
Blogger Whitney Wangstein said...

I like the idea of the triumvirate. I wasn't figuring in the gut, but you're right. And the mind really processes it all-- makes sense of those urges from the gut, from the heart, from the brain... it's like a pyramid.

It is so frustrating-- there is this one spectacular human who I would totally pour myself into. The empty pool thing, though, man. Except that it's not empty. It's the readiness; it's the inhibitions. People are weenies, I tell you! WEENIES!!!

Tuesday, January 17, 2006 12:26:00 PM  
Blogger tmonkey said...

I haven't read this book but I plan to someday. The Second Brain, by Michael Gershon. Apparently it's about how the brain is kind of your body's second nervous system. "A hundred million neurotransmitters line the length of the gut, approximately the same number that is found in the brain."

Great writing, QB, Really.

Tuesday, January 24, 2006 9:13:00 PM  

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