This way to the grindstone

I understand this complaint better than I’d like to admit:

… sometimes I get a little tired of who I am: rule-bound, attentive to deadlines, fearful that without a Plan B things will go very wrong and I will be left stranded and no one will be able to help me. And, I don’t know, I’d like to be more spontaneous and “fun” but I don’t quite know how. (I don’t know how much of this is “brought to you by” the meme that men like the manic-pixie-dreamgirl type who is fun but a little flakey, but are mostly bored by the woman whose pumps are firmly planted on the ground and who gets her checkbook to balance every month)

I have long suspected — and it’s purely a suspicion, because I have no actual experience to support this premise — that no man can stand more than one MPDG, because the first one he meets will lay waste to his heart, and perhaps other parts as well.

Then again, I was married, for a while, to someone far more sensible than I. Which is perhaps one reason why it didn’t work out: all the maturity in the household was hers.

This hits me in the heart, though:

I’m not spontaneous and not good at being spontaneous.

I suppose I have it worse; I can be spontaneous, occasionally have been — but I’m not particularly good at being spontaneous. After a while, one learns to keep those jets cooled.







4 comments

  1. McGehee »

    7 November 2013 · 7:55 pm

    When I met her, my wife was the sort who would be more comfortable with spontaneity if it were scheduled well in advance.

    She’s loosened up some since we’ve been together…

  2. CGHill »

    7 November 2013 · 8:15 pm

    And now that I think about it, there was this interchange in Second Act:

    “This just sort of spontaneously happened?”

    “It was pure chance that we met at all,” said Twilight.

    “How does this affect your plan to become an Assistant Mage at thirty, marry a unicorn from a good family, and bear three lovely foals?”

    “When did I plan that?”

    “When you were seven and I was just the foalsitter. You had every aspect of your life already nailed down back then.” Cadance pointed a hoof at her. “Twilight, you don’t do spontaneous. You never have. If it’s not on your checklist, it didn’t happen and it’s not going to happen. Now there are no expected vacancies in the office of the Grand Mage for the next fifteen years, and you’re in love with an earth pony. No wonder you’re upset.”

    Perhaps more of my non-pony thinking is leaking into my pony writing than I thought.

  3. JT »

    7 November 2013 · 10:01 pm

    Perhaps more of my non-pony thinking is leaking into my pony writing than I thought.

    Almost all writing (except really boring tech manuals) reflects the individual who writes it, so… definitely.

  4. CGHill »

    7 November 2013 · 10:17 pm

    You’re talking to someone who once wrote a lab report for physics in the style of Samuel Beckett.

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