Cargo

When baggage becomes so heavy and immense, it becomes cargo. My mother would not be considered the world's wittiest person, but this depiction of the man who keeps me up at night (but much less so recently, I must add) was profoundly accurate, not to mention humorous. However, the humor wanes when the difficulties arise. And second fiddle never makes the band.

Well, a new lark in my life brings his own cargo to the port. Comparing cargo - who would have thought it could be so thought-provoking? The crucial contrast isn't that one cargo is more or less than another, but it's rather what's been done with it, how it's been handled, and most importantly, how it's been communicated. Honesty and authenticity go a LONG way with me, and why wouldn't they? Aren't they integral to a solid and healthy relationship...of any kind?

I had a few co-workers comment on my "unique" personality this morning, and in particular, how much they appreciate my genuineness. I thought "fake" was left back in high school, but apparently I'm wrong...how very unfortunate that what you see or what you think isn't always what you get.