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11/17/02 My Mind is a Cowboy - James Kavanaugh
Dawn's post on her desire for solitude made me examine my own. Unlike Dawn, I do not naturally display the magnetism that draws strangers into conversation, and for the most part, I do not want it. I enjoy my solitude. I enjoy my privacy. I enjoy my own thoughts. Yet, there is a part of me that desperately wants to connect - and therein lies the rub. I've read enough about kinesics to identify some of the physical suggestions I give to maintain that moat of reserve around myself. I recognize that it is largely a self-imposed exile. The catch, as I said, is that this clarity only comes after the fact - which suggests that these cues are an extension of my natural inclination, or, at the very least, a deeply ingrained habit. So what happens when I meet someone I would like to know better? My mind becomes a cowboy. A cue herder (a cueboy?), constantly rounding up these unconscious actions, and searching for stragglers - all, mind you, while I'm trying to hold a conversation. Good God what bedraggled mess of emotions man is What's that? Just let go? Ah yes, well . . . easier said than done. That monkey on my back can be a real clingy little bastard.
"Good God, what a mess of draggle-tail emotions a man is - and a woman too, I guess." - Steinbeck "Never feel sorry for a guy like me." - Rollins
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