Dear Xenopus Tex:

Finding time is in the title of your thread. Glad you found the time to post as much as you did in the last 12 hours. Your latest posts are remarkable to me, so I wanted to take a moment and acknowledge them. Your posts have Xenopus-Tex written all over them, very authentic to you: as direct and straightforward as can be, no bones about it, no euphemism, no political correctness, no walking on eggshells or dancing around an issue; lots of common sense (that is not common); witty, intelligent, very logical, sometimes entertaining and creative, sometimes crude, but always YOU.

Here are some of the highlights for me, all from your posts of the last 12 hours:

“Unfortunately, some things simply can’t be fixed. You can’t “make” somebody love you. Love is a personal choice that an individual makes…it appears that the marriage is basically dead with whatever outward displays being the relationship equivalent of say the autonomic nervous system’s final death twitches.

People romanticize the past. Ever seen a place again that you haven’t been to in a long time? That “cozy” little studio apartment in the “historic” building on the “active” side of town turns into a cramped room in a partially collapsed building on the wrong side of the tracks when you get a chance to revisit it…People are afraid of losing what they have. They fear losing what they have more than they anticipate gaining something new.

Maybe I’m exceptionally jaded due to my line of work, but you’d be amazed at how many women come into our office and say “he’s such a great guy when he’s not drunk, high, stoned, etc…you are afraid of a fight breaking out between you two at your parent’s place. Unless your family is a collection of utter misfits, this could be a serious issues.

You can’t be everybody’s favorite person. No matter what you do, somebody won’t like you…I struggle with rejection at times too, but keep trying to remember something an acquaintance who was in sales told me: Some Will, Some Won’t, So What, Someone’s Waiting.”

Now, who is waiting for you, Xenopus Tex?

anita