It’s interesting…as I mentioned, I feel like the windmills are the things we face instead of the real problems. Talking to another friend on Saturday night I figured out a couple things, but nothing earth shattering. Nothing to figure out the smoking gun for creating 50 excuses. I feel like until you figure out what the real giants are, we’ll all always be jousting with new windmills.

PS – As for the zones you mention, I’m sure my parents will be excited to read these comments.

In all seriousness, however, I love connecting with fellow lit nerds (and I say so affectionately). There’s something about literature and books that speak to the soul, that shows you a deeper meaning in things, that helps you understand people, human nature, isn’t there? It’s fascinating, like a psychological study based in words of fiction. I wanted to be an English teacher, too, for the longest time. I think as long as we always find people who can challenge us and get out all of these thoughts and metaphors and analysis, we’ll keep that part of ourselves happy. I seriously want more posts like this, though. You get me thinking, and it makes me want to write a paper. Almost. Maybe. Ok, actually yes, but I’m not pulling all-nighters anymore.

Back to the post: I think you’re right, that’s it. Sometimes we get so caught up in the act of pretending that it just seems easier than facing reality.. It seems easier to see what we can have than to admit what we can’t. Or, conversely, to believe that we can’t have what we really can. It’s easier to imagine that someone won’t like us than to actually believe that they will because that would actually mean facing ourselves — our strengths and our flaws; it’s easier to risk getting wounded in a battle if that battle is nothing more than a fictional escapade.

The problem with pretending is sooner or later, we may begin to really believe it. When it comes to finding love, we shouldn’t ever have to play pretend. Let’s vow not to, Elisa, and we’ll meet those who are worthy and real.
.-= Susan Pogorzelski´s last blog ..When We Begin To Let Love In =-.

Love it! You didn’t hurt my brain. Although the depth of this post sort of hurt my brain just now.

My goal that night was to help take you out of the Friend Zone with these boys and help place them in your Erogenous Zone. TMI? Sorry. Ok seriously…

I think it just frustrates me to see you too “scared” (for lack of a better word or maybe that’s the right word) to go for it. I mean sure we’ve all made excuses to not go for it when we’ve been rejected or hurt before, myself included. But there has to come a time when you need to live in the present and not the past. Meaning, while we can learn from the past and do our best not to repeat those same mistakes in the future, we also can’t tread so lightly that we fail to leave our mark on anyone. As a mutual friend of ours recently taught me, bliss is short lived. Why not enjoy it while it lasts?

These guys blew into your life for a reason, Elisa. And maybe they will all blow out of your life eventually, but then maybe not. Maybe one is hovering in the air waiting for you to catch him. I don’t want you to miss the opportunity because 50 excuses have clogged the air causing you to choke.

If you need help, I’ll be your weatherman and help you pick one – point you in the direction where the wind is gusting the most. Then together we can throw your 50 excuses into the air and let that windmill chop them up.
.-= David´s last blog ..Cerebral Constipation =-.

I am intrigued by what you say, but also perplexed to think the Quixote knew exactly what he was doing and still went and fought with windmills.

OH! I just got it. As I was typing. The idea of pretending. Of getting ourselves so caught up in the game of make believe that we never have to play in the world of reality. I am a pro at that. Feeling like things people say are ways of flirting that are just being nice. Thinking that societal career goals I am chasing will bring make me happy and fulfilled. Fighting a huge windmill that I know is a windmill but I’m gonna pretend is something else cause I don’t want to face the realities of the situation.

Ok, maybe I’ll take back a bit of my “crazy dude” comment, but I’m definitely still feeling like it just isn’t a fully sane move to joust with windmills. Whether you think they are giants or realize what they actually are.

However I LOVE the way you just made me think of this a very different way.

At least that’s me…

I agree, if we could all ride around on a horse with a sword things really WOULD be more fun. But I think there are laws against that sort of thing. Or there should be. To protect us from crazy windmill jousting people. And ourselves. You are so right, we go after the windmill because giant/monster/big scary thing in the neighboring village is real and it is there. But jousting a windmill…that’s a safe fight. Hopefully it’ll only fight back so much…

But seriously, your point is well taken. The impossible IS sometimes more fun and appealing because of the mystique. There is so much in life that when we idealize it looks so fabulous, but when we peel back the surface and look at reality it isn’t as pretty as we once imagined.

PS – Umm…there’s a picture of you with windmills. How awesome is that?!?!?!