Brain go ‘splodey

So I’m an incredibly logical person, yanno?

I know there are shades of gray all over the place and that most people are ruled by their emotions.  I still see things in fairly black and white, logical terms most times.

I’ll argue both sides of the coin more often than not.

And it makes it really, really hard to stay mad at people cuz I usually understand where they’re coming from, logically, even if I don’t agree with the emotions.

The aggravating thing, though?  When I’m all emotional and someone swats me upside the head with logic.

It’s like…

Oh no.  You did NOT just take a fire hose to my emotions.  Fuck you.  That’s not fair.

But it works anyhow.  I just can’t continue to be all emotional and crazy in the face of good, sound logic.

Like this morning.  I”m reading The Bloggess’ column about dream cheating and her logical response to it and I’m thinking…

Holy shit.  That happens to me.  I dream about Taylor cheating and get all pissy and then he gets all pissy cuz I’m pissy and we’re both pissy until the emotion just sort of wears off.  But if I lived with The Bloggess?  I’d end up giving her head and laughing about it.

Logical humor is even better than just logic, you know?

But then I’m thinking…

That just wouldn’t work for most people because they’d be all worked up and insulted if you used logical humor cuz they’d think you were making fun of them and putting them down.

And, honestly, these thoughts are going no where except for me to end with the fact that I’m really glad I ended up with Taylor.

Ninety eight percent of the time we understand each other’s logic and refrain from getting all emotinally worked up and jacked up with each other because of it.  And nearly as often we can turn emotionally tense situations and whatnot between each other – or amongst us and the teen – into something that is funny.

We “get” each other and have learned to work each other and, while that may be totally bad, bad, bad in the “I’m a perfect slave” world I say it’s good to know how to work each other, top or bottom, cuz that’s how relationships survive.

If everyone ran around doing what they wanted and not trying to do what is going to get the best reaction from their partner, like, ever, then they’d be selfish and end up alone.

I think Taylor likes it that I can be logical and that he can understand my logic and even that my logic sometimes makes him change his mind. I know he likes blowjobs.

Wait.  What?

I’m fucking babbling, aren’t I?  This is what happens when I get up too early in the morning.  I’ve read too much, thought too much and not consumed NEARLY enough coffee.  I think I just took a single thought brought on by an article and shook it up until it turned into slush.

More coffee.

Laters, taters.