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Audrey with her cure. Source: Google Images |
Some of you might see the subject of this blog and think it
refers to that cute little ailment (or severe depression?) Audrey Hepburn
coined in “Breakfast at Tiffany’s.” Some may think it refers to that time of
the month—which, come to think of it, makes a lot of sense. Okay, I’ll give you
that one. But this blog is about that relationship-killing, general-discomfort-giving
feeling one gets at uncertain times. Or, as Audrey describes it, “suddenly you’re
afraid, but you’re not sure what you’re afraid of.” It’s not medical enough to
be serious, and it’s not casual enough to be dismissed. It’s just in-between,
and it’s there.
Phew! That was a dark, stormy rain cloud of an opener. Trust
me, though, it will pour forth a torrent of glorious blog. This is about that
beginning phase of relationships, a time when your status is unclear, you
constantly debate if the other person is into you and it seems any one piece of
straw will break the camel’s back. (Or at least the beginning phase of
relationships for OCD-prone people. Ahem.)
So the question of the week, courtesy of BJ (whose name I
will perpetually allude to in abbreviated form just for the giggles), is how do
you cure the Mean Reds?
Careless, extravagant Holly Golightly (seriously, if you’re
not getting the references by now I can’t help you) went to Tiffany’s.
Seriously though, those of us (all of us) not fortunate enough to attend
Tiffany’s on a regular basis will require an alternative antidote.
Soapbox aside to my target audience: Yes, there are those of
us who shop at Tiffany’s. Those who request minor little baubles from our BFs,
who buy ourselves the tiniest of tiny diamond earrings or thinnest of silver chains
just to say they are from Tiffany’s. (For the record, I am not alluding to
myself; those who know me can vouch that I prefer gaudy, brummagem jewelry.
BOOM! Word of the day.) Let me tell you something—nobody your age can tell if
those diamonds are real, and nobody cares that they are from Tiffany’s. Word
out.
On the real (I think I’ve been watching too much Sh*t White
Girls Say to Black Girls), I have given this a lot of thought and the answer, I
believe, is communication. This is not easy for blossoming relationships, when
you want to seem cool and detached, like you always have a 3 p.m. meeting to
run off to or a call you HAVE to take. Nobody wants to be the one who dives in
the pool first and splashes the person just testing the water with their toe
(ugh, so annoying), but everyone wants to know what the other person is
thinking.
How about, instead of playing it cool and letting anxiety
consume you, you tell the other person how you feel? Trust me, this is an
ego-driven society; nobody will be upset to hear that someone likes them. If they
don’t like you back it may be uncomfortable, but it would never have worked
anyway. Plus, it’s a lot more comfortable than the Mean Reds, which is what
that unhindered anxiety will lead to.
As further proof of this theory, take a closer look at the
Mean Reds: they truly are the antithesis of communication. You can’t
communicate to yourself how you feel, you’re unsure of what others around you
are thinking but you can’t ask, and you don’t know what you want. (I mean,
these are the basic tenets of being a girl, but that’s a subject for another
blog.) Quod erat demonstrandum—the cure for anti-communication is
communication.
I referred to the ‘Reds as relationship killers because they
are. To conclude, a little flow chart action, if you will. (I’d prefer a little
Venn diagram action as I’ve been really into them lately, but I certainly do
not know how to html that ish.)
Flirting → call → date → call back → date → a couple days →
call back → a couple more days → call back → a week → anxiety → ‘should I call?’ → more anxiety → ‘I’ll just
call’ → date → ‘does he/she really like me?’ → even more anxiety → THE MEAN
REDS.
(Feel free to use my flow chart or Venn diagram ideas to
diagram your feelings for your significant other—doesn’t get much clearer than
this. It’s all science! You can’t stop it.)
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