The Grimace Report

So it seems like the whole Grimace situation has slipped anonymously into the night. And I just don't feel overly inclined to send a search party after it. But we both kinda saw this coming... even discussed it at length. We're too much alike in our anti-social-ocity. Two introverts who don't tend to reach out to peeps... who's friendships pretty much consist of more outgoing people who have drawn us out. We have no such catalyst with each other... and I have to admit that by time I stopped hearing from him last week, I was pretty much ready for it. It was a relief, actually... not from hearing from him, but from carefully thinking through and formulating responses. But I was also restless with the nowhereness... the stagnance of it. If that makes sense.

So, I've come to the conclusions that my comfort zone and my patience level lie on 2 completely different planes of existence. My comfort zone requires me to move slowly with interpersonal relationships... get used to somebody new... develop trust and a sense of comfort with them. And this works great for accidental friendships. Contact can be picked up and put down countless times through the course of months or years... and suddenly I realize I've made a good friend that I genuinely care about. But I guess when there's even the remote possibility of a romance in the works, there's a whole different expectation attached to the experience. And my patience level loses interest quickly.

I talked to Boomer a bit about it today (I've mentioned him briefly before, and still am not inclined to go into much more detail about him yet), and he thinks that it's simply a matter of meeting somebody who can comply with both my comfort zone and patience level. I dunno... mebbe. Part of me wonders if I hold myself too firmly in check when I meet somebody, and insist on a pace that ultimately dooms the whole connection. But then the rest of me smacks that part of me and tells it to stop thinking so much and just enjoy being anti-social. lol It's certainly the easy way out, I suppose. And it's comfortable.

And right now, I'm perfectly comfortable being... well, comfortable. I was chatting with IHOP Buddy the other day, and she was bemoaning the clear signs of Gemini in both of her children. The foremost one being laziness... and I thought: A-Ha! I always knew I was lazy... just never realized it was in my stars... ;)