Mind Reading...

Amy: Hey, baby... I know what we can do tonight!

Stephen: *leans over.* Whisper, whisper, whisper.

Amy: *blush*

Stephen: Am I right?

Amy: *no response*

Stephen: Am I? You just don't want to answer me because I'm right. Because I'm a mind reader.

Amy: Am I that easy to read?

Stephen: Yes

Amy: Can any...?

Stephen: *interrupts* Only those who are very observant. Besides, you derive great pleasure from me knowing what you are going to say all the time. Don't you?

Amy: *nod* Then why haven't...?

Stephen: *interrupts* Because.

I hate it when he sees right through me. And I love it.

(And any of you with your head in the gutter... SHAME ON YOU! )

In Which Possession Rears its Scaley Head... (Myspace Blog)

Websters Universal College Dictionary defines the word possess as, "1. to have as belonging to one; have as property; own. 2. to have as a faculty, quality, or the like. 3. to occupy or control from within (of a spirit). 4. to dominate of actuate in the manner of such a spirit. 5. to keep or maintain in a certain state. 6. to succeed in having sexual intercourse with. 7. to seize or take; gain." What is it about this words that worries at my brain? What is it about this word that makes me crave? It has very negative connotations, to possess someone, to be possessed by someone. Yet I know that I am not the only person in this world to think deeply along just such a train of thought. Sarah McLachlan writes, in her song "Possession", "And I would be the one To hold you down Kiss you so hard I'll take your breath away, And after I'd wipe away the tears Just close your eyes, dear. " These words ring true to many, myself included. How do I combine an equally deep need to be independant, to be free to make my own decisions and forge my own path? Can I be possessed by one that I love, possess that person in return, and still be /me/? As a feminist, I think that I must stand up for the rights of women, that we must be strong and capable and need noone, want noone. But this political belief has nothing to do with the thoughts that are going on inside my head when I lie awake and try to fathom how to put my life together in a strong, healthy manner. Is it even healty to want to be claimed? To want someone to be able to say "Mine" and it to be absolute truth? To be a cherished, loved, and deeply adored possession? There is so much more to this that circles in my head - things that I do not think I want my brothers and my sisters and my children and cousins and friends to know about me, at least until I have figured it out for myself. But think about it - what does it mean to be possessed, why does this need (for lack of a better word) manifest itself? What do you think? And just for the record, this does NOT necessarily mean that there is someone specific that I am thinking about. It does NOT mean that I am looking to find someone. It just means that I am thinking. (Update to blog post, 3 June, 2008: Yes, Stephen was in my life at the time. I lied. I wasn't ready to tell yet.)