the Savants* and the Normal Person* – psychologically speaking

“You are allowed to change me. I know you do this with love and respect toward me, and for my and our best. It’s not like you simply try and save yourself the trouble of finding yourself a compatible partner.”

I said to my lover this morning. In spirit. We haven’t met.

There are two types of people. The settlers and the explorers. The settlers will accept their circumstance, what is, and what is given to them, the roles pointed out to them, and they hate the unknown. When faced with the unknown and the uncertain, they want to familiarize themselves with it as soon as possible and make that unknown their new home and force certainty in place. And sometimes, they do this BRUTALLY. For this, I have taken into the habit of calling them the Normal Person*.

The explorers are not afraid of anything except becoming the landmass the Normal Person* are working on. They too seek to find a home, but they believe that their natural, true home exists out there somewhere, and they are not shy to face troubles to find that place. They do this gently as long as they’re not opposed, hindered, or brutalized by the Normal Person*. They believe that once they find a peaceful cove, somewhere in this world, a place where they feel at ease, safe, and welcome, they’ll pitch their tent, and slowly, with love and respect, they tend to the land and build an empire on it. Once they find their true home… Their true lovers, they’ll live out their days happily ever after.

From this difference in thinking, starts all the trouble in the world.

Come back here when you’re willing to take your chances with the unknown

Don’t come back here until you’re brave enough to let go of all dysfunctional relationships and prepared to find your peaceful cove. Your true happiness. Come back when you’re ready to weed out the last bit of compromising attitude, try-harder -attitude, your need to prove yourself by forcing others to yield to your will so you can be happier with them whilst they suffer… Come back once you’re willing to find perfection. Once you’re willing to own up to being a perfectionist and a romantic.

Come back when you are willing to face your own flaws and weed them out one by one. Nothing less than perfection is good enough, here. Still, a baby is perfect but only if it keeps on growing and developing. (Suck it up, snowflakes.)

People willing to settle and not willing to go through the dangers of seeking are not welcome here.

Also, I’m not the land you get to pitch your tent onto. Unless you are one of the men who are my chosen ones, of course. I’ll let you know.

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