Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts

Saturday, May 10, 2014

In Honor of Mother's Day

When I was unemployed, I came across several videos of a group of shadow performers; Attraction, from Hungary who performed on Britain's Got Talent last year. I was blown away not only by their ability to make people, places, and things out of their bodies in shadow, but by their ability to tell a complete story through movement. And not just any old story, but heart wrenching, beautiful, and moving stories in about 2 minutes time in shadows. This particular story is based on actual events in the leader's life.
In honor of Mother's Day, I'm posting this video to remind us children that life is short and the time we have with the ones we love is limited. Even though we will grow up and possibly move far away, remember that we stand on the shoulders of those who came before us; without our mothers we wouldn't have the foundation upon which to build the future. I know I owe everything I have become and everything I will achieve to my mom because she's the one who always pushed me to follow my dreams and supports me while I work on making those dreams a reality. Although we fight and we're both too stubborn to see things from the other's perspective, we love each other. 
I love you mom. Happy Mother's Day! <3>
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g4s0pcePFZ0

Sunday, May 19, 2013

Come to your senses....

Thursday night my life came and circled back 360 degrees to almost exactly 10 years ago. In November of 2003, I had my first kiss and my first date. Mind you, I was in middle school so as far as I and everyone else was concerned, he was my first boyfriend. Two weeks later, we break up and soon after that he comes out as gay. (Cue Gay Boyfriend by Hazzard). It took a while, but I learned to laugh and make jokes about this non-straightforward start to dating. "I was so good looking I turned him straight but then a hot guy walked by us" etc. Oh and if I had to identify with a fairy tale, it would be "The Ugly Duckling" because in high school I became the swan.
In high school, I had guys interested in me. Guys thought I was pretty and I made friends. I thought those dark, lonely middle school days were behind me. Then I fell madly in love with J. If you go back to the early days of this blog, back when it was still called "Living Under A Rock" you'll find various posts about him. I thought I had found the love of my life. A large part of me believes he still is the love of my life, the one that got away, because it's hard to believe that I would willingly give up so much of my life again. I could go on and on about him to try and give you a glimpse of how I felt but maybe I'll just publish some of the poems I wrote then.
Then there was MadDogBV and I think that relationship is fairly well chronicled here as well. It'll suffice to say that J and MadDog were as far away from my first relationship as I ever got. They were based on common interests, genuine affection and concern, and sexual attraction. Let's face it, I was 16 when I first became interested in J, 18 when we got together and put serious effort into making the relationship work despite the war in Iraq, 19 when I lost my virginity to him and I was 20 and in my 3rd year of college when I got together with MadDog, sex was going to enter into the relationship at some point. Sex was something that played into my previous relationships but took the back seat because I wasn't ready for it.
Lastly, there was Frank Sinatra. Not a real relationship because it was based pretty much solely on sex but I fell for him. To this day, I'm not sure why since he's spinning his wheels in a small town, he can't get a job, he was a borderline alcoholic, not very good looking, very weird, and he only paid attention to me when I was in his bed. No, I'll tell you what it was: he could sing Frank Sinatra extraordinarily well, he's a talented artist (acting, directing, singing, and lighting design) and he's truly creative. Everything he works on he wants it to be perfect and show his effort. He doesn't want to half ass anything but does when someone else is in control and( in his mind) doesn't want anything changed. I loved his fire and passion and talent. Eventually, he did start taking me out on something that resembled dates and then he'd do something or say something that would send whatever progress we had made in making the relationship grow back to square one. He knew I loved him; I would tell him and when I would try to help him as a professional friend (telling him about a job) he'd wipe his ass with it and not listen to me. (Cue We Found Love by Rhianna/ Come to Your Senses from Tick Tick Boom). It was tumultuous to say the least, but I got some kind of sick pleasure from it because every time I'd say that I was ending it, he would, with random precision, say or do just the right thing that would compel me to forgive him. I graduated and got a job and moved away, but I still loved him. In February I decided to end it and didn't talk to him for almost 2 months (go me). He did text me for Valentine's Day but I couldn't brush it off as a mass text because it had my name in it and I tersely replied "Same to you." Just as it was finally getting easier, he texts me saying that he's been an asshole. I ask him if that's supposed to be some of apology and he replies that it's the best he could do and I told him not to waste my time.  I was talking to a mutual friend, A and she told me that she had been talking to Frank Sinatra on Facebook the day he texted me and she told me that he wanted to reconcile with me and he tied it to the rock musical "Rooms A Rock Romance" because the male lead was basically him and his life and the icing is the lead female and I have the same name. So, April 1st we had a long conversation where I got to grill his ass and he admitted to using me for sex and attention but it wasn't just my attention for himself, it was the attention our relationship got from other people. He wasn't making out with me in front of half of the people in our college because he was proclaiming his love for me, it was to start gossip and make himself look good. The ugly, weird outcast guy making out with this really pretty girl and leaving with her. We decided to be friends.
Now, this is the climax. I texted him the other night to find out how "Rooms" went, since it was opening up last weekend. He told me that it was interesting but didn't want to go into details because he had a "snuggle date". Ok, fine. The next day I text him asking if he was going to tell me about this date so that I could live vicariously through him or if I was going to have to use my imagination. When he finally does text back he asks me if I remember the dancer from the night we went to this bar to watch his movie. No, I reply but then I remember the gay guy in the corset. Turns out this gay guy was actually a girl who wants to transition to a guy, goes by "Charles" was in Frank's production of "Death of a Salesman" as "Bernard" but she/he is bi! And Frank is "intrigued" by Charles and they've been taking turns staying at each other's place for the past week and a half. And Charles has a girlfriend who lives in Canada (Cue My Girlfriend Who Lives in Canada from Avenue Q) so Frank, Charles, and Miss Canada are in a poly-amorous relationship. First of all, all that identity just fucks with my mind, it took me a little while to get it straight. It's not that he's found someone else that hurts, it's.... who it is. If I look at is as "He's scraping the bottom of the barrel" it begs the question "What am I?" Clearly, I'm not his type because he likes tall women with big boobs and Charles has bigger tits than A and she's like a 34 D. Yes, it makes me feel worthless, like I'm not good enough for him but who gives him moral support? Me. Who encourages him? Me. Who tries to help him find a job? Me. Who believes in him? Me. Who sees beyond his antics and strangeness and sees the talent and potential? Me. It's me, always has been, since the day I met him, I've had faith in him.
So now, ten years later I have come back full circle. But not in the kind of full circle where everything plays itself out exactly the same way as if nothing happened in between the first time and the second time, but the kind that is merely uncanny. This second time around bears the marks of the strange, the absurd, the so impossible it must be true that comes with having a past. It's not a stand alone event, it's a culmination of the past ten years of my dating life events that ended in this. (Cue Don't Bother by Shakira)
Eventually I'll laugh about this. It's so outrageous one can't help but laugh, right? Maybe now that I've finished this cycle of my life, I'll move onto the next one and that one will be more awesome and not nearly as dramatic.

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Your Eyes

The blue skies
have nothing on your eyes.
I wish I had realized
that, to myself, I lied
when I said "Just one night".

Now every night
awake I lie
and see your eyes.
But I won't cry,
no, I can't cry
because the memory of that night
lingers in my mind
and I can't help but smile.

Corner Bar

If I had to guess
as to your whereabouts
on any given Saturday night,
well, knowing you as I do
I'd say you were at that old corner bar.

No, I can't say you're a drunk,
who needs a fix of whiskey and Guinness
although honey I've had my doubts.
But on any given night
I would bet my life you're crooning
at that old corner bar.

I remember the first time I heard you sing
coulda sworn my heart would melt
as you sung our story through Mrs. Jones,
and on any given Saturday, it's Sinatra or Queen.
Songs of love but never for me
at that old corner bar.

It all started as a harmless fling
and I didn't mind what I'd been dealt,
even though my friends didn't condone
I really like being your arm candy.
You were the king of kareoke
at that old corner bar.

Weekend after weekend we'd spend
lying in each others arms
and lying to the world about us.
But you kissed me one day
and the secret was out.

I thought your mystery would end
I'd no longer be a card
and this would be more than lust.
I was wrong, it ended in May.
All of my dreams never came about.

I went back one last time
to that old corner bar
hoping to see you one last time.
You pulled me close and kissed me
"Goodbye" at that old corner bar.

I'm a thousand miles
from that old corner bar.
I'm doing just fine
and I've found a new corner bar.
There's just one thing it needs.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011


















I want to send out a very special happy birthday to MadDogBV. This is the big one, 21. Now I finally have a drinking buddy. Ok no, neither one of us is an alcoholic. It's just the idea that now either one of us can buy a bottle of wine to go with our romantic 5-Star pizza dinner and we don't have to sneak around to do it. Now we can sit like sophisticated adults and sip a glass of wine with our dinner or go to a show and stop somewhere for a drink afterward in our matching trench coats.
This is a major turning point in your life, Dear. Last night I saw the first glimpse of the man you are becoming. You looked so polished and refined; not at all the gawkish boy you are gradually leaving behind. I'm so glad I could be a part of your life at this time. I remember a year ago I bought you that ridiculous vampire cake and we went to Chili's and had the 2/$20. We had known each other all of 9 months and had only been dating all of a month and a half. Yet, we become quite close very quickly *nudge nudge wink wink*.
I look forward to seeing you more than a bit buzzed tonight. Just remember, always use a D.D. and secondly (and most importantly) remember that too much liquid courage prevents the machine from working .
Hope you have a wonderful birthday (I'll make damn sure of it), I love you E><3
Maverick

Sunday, October 2, 2011

A Series of Mini-Posts

Instead of having a long blog, I've decided to simply post small blurbs about the things that have been on my mind lately. They are in no particular order and some of them are intended as only slight hammed up, melodramatic, whining-because-I-like-to-hear-myself-whine.

The Dolphins- Good God they march down the field but when they get to the 20 yard line they quit because, what? They feel like simply getting to the 20 is an accomplishment? It's going to be a loooooong season. So far, I'm not that impressed with Reggie Bush. Thankfully it looks like Henne is finally kinda-sorta starting to improve. Maybe there is hope for him after all. We'll just call him a late bloomer.

Speaking of late bloomers...

The Gators- I told my friends that if we were having trouble scoring against little teams that we would not be able to compete with the big teams. And lo and behold! I was right. After a promising start- we scored a touchdown in our first drive and a field goal- we never got that close to scoring against Alabama again. Fine, they are all rookies and Brantley got injured in the middle of the game. But Brantley has always sucked and will always suck. He's like a stick of butter when it gets too hot. No, he should be a diamond, but he's just not. And what is up with the play-calling? This is not the days of Tim Tebow, we can't just depend on the quarterback to run it as well as he can throw it. Gone are the days of jump passes, and perfectly timed happy mistakes. Throw out that playbook, it doesn't work here anymore. (Sadly). Oh and the Gators are running (pun intended) into the same problem the Dolphins had last year. They ran Ricky and Ronnie so much people started expecting it. If the Gators continue to run Rainey and Demps as much as they do, teams will start expecting it too. Don't even get me started on the penalties....

On a lighter note....

My love life- After a rough August/September things are working quite well between my boyfriend and I. For the first time in my life, I've been able to be in a relationship for one consecutive year. I don't count the break-ups because they were so short that it's hardly worth counting. It's not like we ever broke up for a month or more. If that was the case, I would have reset the counter, but thankfully we didn't. There should be a relationship status called "we just are". It's quite the opposite of "it's complicated". In fact, "we just are" delineates a relationship where there are no defined roles, no thought is given to the future, and it's two people who simply enjoy each others company. We let each other morph and we don't hold each other to roles (gendered or otherwise). We still call each other boyfriend/girlfriend but I think it's a more modern relationship.

My future- I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M GOING TO DO WITH MY LIFE!!!!!!!! 'Nuff said.

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Who is John Galt?

Towards the beginning of the summer, I changed the name of my blog from "Living Under A Rock" to "Who is John Galt?" It was not without a lot of consideration and internal debate. I still do like the original name of my blog, but I felt that WiJG was very appropo at the time. So, I changed it. At that point in my life I was unsure of some of the most basic elements of my future- my relationship with my boyfriend, what I was going to be doing and where I was going to be a year from now freshly graduated from college, etc. All these big life questions with no clear answer. Hence "Who is John Galt?"
The part about my boyfriend resolved itself, but the part about my future is still uncertain. So, in my mind, I've formed a bond with the illusive Mr. John Galt and I'm hoping that by the end of the book I will have some kind of catharsis. It's happened to me before, I've formed bonds with characters in books, or with plotlines and have experienced an emotional purging by the book's end. Two books of particular note are "The Things They Carried" by Tim O'Brien and "We the Living" by Ayn Rand. Two radically different styles, but they spoke to me at the time of reading them. I'm hoping John Galt will do the same for me.

Saturday, January 29, 2011

The Sting of Memory


Don't you hate it when things from your past come back to tease you? No, not haunt. It's not as dramatic as that. It's little things, like an unexpected e-mail or text from someone you thought you'd never talk to again. As e-mail not to confront or beg but rather to ask for information because you have information that the other person needs and they have no other source to turn to but you. Or sometimes someone has done something to you in the past and then a completely unrelated person does the same exact thing? You can't hold it against the second person, it's not their fault that you have something against their action because it has been tainted by someone else. But you can't help but feel a little bit miffed by it. The worst one for me is music. You all of a sudden hear a song that someone introduced you to, a song that you don't normally listen to, a song that is now embedded with meaning, memories, and the essence of that person, a song that you haven't listened to since the last time you saw that person. I guess it's because I use songs to express how I feel. I've posted a number of blogs about songs that I've dedicated to a boyfriend, or an ex, songs that are hidden gems and a whole blog about one band.
I don't want to go into specifics as to why I'm writing this post because it wouldn't be fair to the person who has inadvertently awoken a kind of phantom jealousy inside me. It's not his fault; it's me who has to deal with the ghosts of my past and put them to rest so that I won't get upset.
P.S. this is actually a picture I took and edited. This is my boyfriend's eye that I supersaturated and placed it over the black and white picture of his eye.

Monday, November 29, 2010

The Harvest Moon


This is a poem for someone whom I care about very much. He wrote one for me and now this is mine for him. It was inspired by a conversation that we had while I was on my way home for Thanksgiving. I haven't been able to write for a long time- not since I wrote a few sad poems about my ex- so I'm a little rusty. I love you Sam. You've helped me through a very difficult time in my life and I just want to let you know how much you mean to me.

Why can’t I see the harvest moon
In my lover’s eyes?
Why must I be in my room
All alone tonight?
Does he know how I feel?
Oh how it burns!
I want him to be here
Where I await his return.
In my room
all alone I wait patiently
By the light of moon
Watching dreamily
Waiting for you.
Tonight under the harvest moon
Our love shall consume
All doubt from my soul
Because you would have told
Me all I ever needed to hear.
I no longer have fears,
And as I near the lake
I feel my insides quake
When I see you standing waiting, smiling.
Suddenly I feel you holding
Me close saying ‘I love you”
I whisper ‘I love you too’.
And in your eyes I see the harvest moon.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

The Nuances of Life



You ever have those moments when the full symbolism of something in your everyday life hits you? I have a few such examples.

1) I had a beloved little Quaker parrot named Truffaldino. My mom had found him. At the same time, my beloved was getting ready to leave for Iraq. He came back, we went through all the crazy Army bureaucracy bullshit, all the consequences of being out in the front lines etc. Then we break up and that same day my mom calls me and tells me that Truffaldino flew away. It was like Truffaldino was the symbol of our love that escaped from us. I had that bird for the bulk of the relationship and then he flew away when it ended.

2) Last night, I got dumped and the song I wanted to hear was Carrie Underwood's "Cowboy Casanova". One of the lyrics say "A snake with blue eyes". This guy has blue eyes and he saw himself as a snake. I realized the connection as I was listening to the song. All I could say was "Fuck."

I could sit here and talk about how art gives our lives order and points out all the subtleties in our lives we miss because we are too busy occupied with the bulk of the problem. But I'm not. Maybe it is the artist in me that sees all these nuances while everyone else would simply see coincidence, an over-active imagination and point out that the subconscious affects our choices including my choice of songs. I'm sure there are more examples, I just don't feel like digging through the recesses of memory for them.

Saturday, April 24, 2010

Men and Love, Sex, Relationships

Since my "Failure of Love" post has been generating so many comments, I've decided to post an article I found. As always comments are strongly encouraged. Plus, I think a little science will add an interesting twist to the discussion we've been having.

Decoding the Male Brain

By Michelle Burford

It's the mystery that has befuddled women for centuries: Why do men behave the way that they do? Neuropsychiatrist Louann Brizendine, claims to have cracked part of that code in her new book, "The Male Brain: a Breakthrough Understanding of How Men and Boys Think."

While Brizendine concedes that the male and female brains share plenty in common, she whisks readers away on a tour through the male life span and demonstrates how the male brain is profoundly different from the female brain at nearly every stage. The point? Just about every behavior we've noticed in men -- from a tendency to analyze rather than empathize to the seemingly insatiable desire to ogle female body parts -- has a biological basis that Brizendine hopes will lend women a little insight on the men they love.

AOL: In your experience, what's the one thing that women most often misunderstand about men's behavior?

Louann Brizendine: Women don't quite understand some aspects of the psychological and emotional meaningfulness of sex to men. The sexual part of a man's interaction with a woman is how he expresses and feels love for her. I'm not talking about the kind of hit-and-run sex some men have with women they don't really have feelings for. But when a man is already falling in love with a woman, sex is what seals the deal.

When a woman sees that look in her man's eye that means he wants sex, she might be like "Oh, gosh … I'm suddenly tired." But she probably doesn't know that if she turns him down in a harsh way, he'll likely take that to mean that she doesn't love him -- even if it's just in that moment. Of course, it's rare that that's the case -- every woman who's in a relationship has, at some point, said, "Not tonight, honey." Yet when a man hears that sentence, it's as if he's hearing, "I don't really care for you."

AOL Health: In your book, you write that the area in the hypothalamus that's tied to sexual pursuit is larger in men than it is in women. Is this an excuse for philanderers like John Edwards and Tiger Woods?

LB: At conception, we all start out with female-type brain circuits; then at eight weeks of gestation, the tiny testicles start pumping out huge amounts of testosterone that marinates those circuits and turns them into a male brain. In males, the brain's area for sexual pursuit becomes two and a half times larger than in the female. And when a boy reaches puberty, the fuel that runs that area of the brain is testosterone. Between ages nine and 15, a boy's testosterone level increases by 200 to 250 percent, so for most of his adult life, a male will have 10 to 15 times more testosterone than females do. He's running at full throttle! But this isn't an excuse for abnormal or pathological sexual behavior in men. We all have the capacity to murder, but we learn how to show restraint. Philanderers may be hardwired with a strong sexual drive, but they don't get a pass for acting in an uncivilized fashion. They give all men a bad name.

AOL Health: It's not exactly shocking that men have a stronger sex drive than women do. What are women supposed to do with that information?

LB: A woman will call me up and say, "You've gotta save my marriage -- my husband is threatening to leave if I don't get more interested in sex!" When the couple is sitting in front of me, I'll say ask the man, "How do you know your wife loves you?" He'll say, "Because she wants to have sex with me!" But when I ask the woman the same question, she answers, "Because he wants to cuddle and talk with me." It's usually a big aha moment for both. Understanding the biological state of another person can very helpful -- then, we can stop blaming each other for being different.

AOL Health: While we're on the topic of biological differences, can you explain men's tendency to ogle random women -- also known as "the man trance"?

LB: Ninety-five percent of male sexual interest is visual. As young as age 12, boys start having fantasies of girls' body parts. They don't know that other boys are having the same fantasies, so they often feel alone, or like they're a pervert. It's important for moms to understand that this is the normal developmental curve of males. I have a son who's 19, so I've lived through this.

Just at the age when boys are starting to fantasize about female body parts, girls are often becoming obsessed with makeup, fashion and trying to be sexy. Yet this doesn't give males permission to, say, catcall or ogle females who are walking down the street. Parents need to help their boys learn how to behave in a civilized and socially appropriate way.

AOL Health: You call the male brain a "lean, mean, problem-solving machine." Can you explain that?

LB: That has to do with how a man processes the emotions he notices in his partner. There are two emotional processing channels in the human brain: the mirror-neuron system, which is related to displaying emotional empathy, and the temporal-parietal junction, a cognitive system that serves as a hub for searching the entire brain to find a solution fast.

The male brain doesn't wallow in the mirror-neuron system as long as the female brain does. So when a man sees his partner's face in distress, he quickly jumps into the use of his temporal-parietal junction and says, "Honey, here's what you should do." That's why I put a little yellow sticky on my husband's computer that says, "Honey, I know how you feel." It's scripted, but it makes me feel better when he says it before launching into solutions. He even started using that line with his adult daughter -- and he confessed to me the other day that it seems to be working!

AOL Health: You've said that men can fall in love just as hard as women do and sometimes more so. What is it about the male brain that allows men to fall so deeply in love -- and what are the gender-specific signs of that love?

LB: Sexual activity releases lots of dopamine in the human brain -- and that stimulates bonding and attachment between partners. The male brain has more dopamine than the female brain, and though we don't know all the details of how the male brain functions during sexual activity, we do know this: When a man falls in love with a woman, he actually incorporates her into his sense of self. Everything she likes or wants, he takes those things to heart as if they were his own, and he wants to give her those things. That's how he expresses love -- by providing. For men, the sexual part of that love is intense: With the release of oxytocin after intimacy, the protective mode in the male is greater than it is in the female. So in that sense, men fall harder in love.

AOL Health: As boys grow into men, some become fathers and develop what you call the "daddy brain." How does the male brain change during parenthood?

LB: The thing that surprised me most in doing the research for my book was discovering how the daddy brain gets formed. When a man's partner becomes pregnant, she starts to have huge hormonal fluctuations, and that stimulates her sweat glands to make different pheromones. Those pheromones waft across the bed into the man's nostrils and actually change the hormones that he releases. His prolactin level goes up by about 20 percent, and his testosterone level goes down by about 30 percent.

The hypothesis is that this lower testosterone level keeps the man close to the nest and prepares him to stop chasing skirts and become interested in his baby. Non-dad, pre-pregnancy brains have been scanned and then compared, eight or nine months later, to daddy brains. The scans show that a new dad's ability to activate the auditory circuits in his brain to hear an infant's cry has improved greatly. So these hormones prime his brain to take care of his baby. That's the whole purpose of a hormone -- to make a certain behavior more likely. So I worry about dads who are aren't around a lot, but that doesn't mean these men can't catch up in developing the daddy brain once they're home.

AOL Health: At what stage of life are men's and women's brains more alike than they are different?

LB: Around age 60, our hormones are more equivalent. The woman has a little more testosterone and a lot less estrogen, whereas the male has less testosterone and a little more estrogen. Testosterone levels in men begin to decline between ages 40 and 60 as they go through andropause, [also called male menopause]. Men usually still have a greater sex drive than women do -- but around 60, we're as close as we'll ever be in terms of the hormones that are running our brain circuits. So here's one hypothesis: The reason some men become more patient or more willing to get closer as they age is because they have higher levels of estrogen, which stimulates the brain to make oxytocin, the cuddle hormone.

In addition to noticing these hormonal changes, we also have to recognize this: Experience shapes the brain. The nature-nurture debate is dead because every experience we have -- and especially those experiences we repeat -- actually changes the brain's circuitry. By the time we are 60, we've had a lot of life experiences -- and those experiences have changed the architecture of the brain.

When you reject your partner's sexual advances, you hit the guy more deeply than he will ever admit to you. If you're going to turn him down, find a way to do it gently. It's one of the most loving things you can do.

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Give love to get love?

Is it better to love fully and deeply despite the possibility of getting hurt or is it better to guard feelings jealously and only give love away in small fractions but never give it all? I should clarify and state that when I say 'love' I mean it in the most general sense; love for a friend, a family member, another human being even. I don't mean the weak-kneed, heart pounding, butterfly kind of love, but rather a desire to forge a connection with someone. A few experiences have demonstrated to me that it might be wiser to refrain from opening my heart and giving love to get love in return. True, it is foolish to hope for reciprocated sentiments but should it be actively discouraged? Should we deliberately be more suspicious of people and only be courtious to those around us and offer some of our emotions and love to a very select group of people? This would certainly give more value to love acquired from a person of that philosophy. As the old saying goes 'easy come easy go' therefore by extension, whatever comes with difficulty must be worth more.
Perhaps it is fear that keeps most people from ever being able to open themselves up for the kind of love that is so trusting of the basic good in the vast majority of people. A love of man springs from the belief that most people are basically well-intentioned and not out to harm those around themselves. I know that if I had to go back to those points in my life where it might have been wiser to refrain from being so open and loving I wouldn't change anything. I would still open my heart to people because I always think of the archetypal Wise Man. So full of love and compassion and trust; so child-like and innocent, never being jaded by the bad in the world. I know I won't always get the love and connection that I try to make, but at least I made the effort and maybe, just maybe, that person will remember me for it. I think the Beatles said it best "And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make". Or think the ending scene in the movie Bugsy Malone; the last chorus was used in a Grand Theft Auto-style Coca-Cola commercial that premeired in the 2007 Super Bowl
"You give a little love
And it all comes back to you
(Da da da ra da da da)
You know you gonna be remembered
For the things you say and do
(Da da da ra da da da)"