{"id":84,"date":"2015-12-02T06:18:40","date_gmt":"2015-12-02T15:18:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.dirtfarmchronicles.com\/?p=84"},"modified":"2015-12-02T06:31:07","modified_gmt":"2015-12-02T15:31:07","slug":"curious-things","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.dirtfarmchronicles.com\/?p=84","title":{"rendered":"Curious Things"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I have been chastised often for daring to need\u00a0a man in my life as a means to increase my happiness through loneliness reduction.<br \/>\nIt is \u00a0as though by having the audacity to need an intimate partner, I am declaring I am insufficient, less of a person.<br \/>\nGuess what.<br \/>\nI am insufficient.<br \/>\nFor me.<br \/>\nBut to be judged as wrong for acknowledging this imcompleteness and inability to find &#8220;all&#8221; I need within myself, or with God, or with my wonderful friends, well, it&#8217;s wrong.<br \/>\nI need a man.<br \/>\nI just do.<\/p>\n<p>When God made Adam, He looked at his creation and said &#8220;Hmm&#8230; it&#8217;s not good for this person to be alone.&#8221; There, in the Garden of Eden, with everything Adam could hope to have, including the ability to actually have a conversation with God, it still wasn&#8217;t enough. There was still a need.<\/p>\n<p>I don&#8217;t live in the Garden.<br \/>\nI do not have audible conversations where I hear from God as a friend and companion.<br \/>\nSo, it stands to reason that I&#8217;m not crazy for needing &#8220;more&#8221;.<br \/>\nGod knew. So, he made Adam a companion &#8211; an intimate companion. Not a friend. An intimate companion.<\/p>\n<p>In the last couple of weeks, I have met two men.<\/p>\n<p>And the incredible feeling of loneliness,<br \/>\nthe aching, overwhelming pulling my entrails out of my wretched throat pain of being alone<br \/>\nthe wracking cries of despair at God<\/p>\n<p>have gone<br \/>\naway<\/p>\n<p>Away.<\/p>\n<p>Every day I hear from them. One for sure I know his intentions.<br \/>\nThe other?<br \/>\nI do not know explicitly. And I don&#8217;t have to right now.<br \/>\nIt is enough that he makes me laugh and think and feel connected.<\/p>\n<p>I don&#8217;t know how it&#8217;s going to go with either of them.<br \/>\nIt is too soon to speculate or hope or dream.<br \/>\nBut what I do know is I have not cried myself to sleep in nearly 2 weeks.<br \/>\nI have not awoken in the middle of the night so lonely I can hardly breathe<br \/>\nI have cried<br \/>\nfor other reasons<br \/>\nBut not out of the sheer hopelessness of drowning<\/p>\n<p>A friend commented that I was singing.<br \/>\nI was.<br \/>\nWhen I am happy, I find myself singing.<\/p>\n<p>These men.<br \/>\nThey make me happy.<br \/>\nThe connect with me and make me feel wanted.<br \/>\nBeing with me makes them happier too.<br \/>\nMy presence matters to them.<br \/>\nThey want me.<br \/>\nAnd I like that.<br \/>\nIt helps me not to cry.<\/p>\n<p>That&#8217;s a win.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I have been chastised often for daring to need\u00a0a man in my life as a means to increase my happiness through loneliness reduction. It is \u00a0as though by having the audacity to need an intimate partner, I am declaring I am insufficient, less of a person. Guess what. I am insufficient. For me. But to [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-84","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-personal"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dirtfarmchronicles.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/84","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dirtfarmchronicles.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dirtfarmchronicles.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dirtfarmchronicles.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dirtfarmchronicles.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=84"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"http:\/\/www.dirtfarmchronicles.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/84\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":87,"href":"http:\/\/www.dirtfarmchronicles.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/84\/revisions\/87"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.dirtfarmchronicles.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=84"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dirtfarmchronicles.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=84"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.dirtfarmchronicles.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=84"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}