Candles or Flames?

I have never been called a “lady’s lady.” In fact, I don’t think anyone EVER has been called that. When I was growing up, I felt pretty comfortable hanging around with boys, or the girls that looked suspiciously like them. I don’t know what that meant about me back then, but I sure as heck know what it means about me now.

I don’t like candle parties.

Now, it’s not that have a personal vendetta against things that smell like “Ocean Breeze” or “Holiday Party,” but I find it interesting that there are certain women who don’t seem to be able to function past the small talk stage of a female-female relationship. Here is a typical conversation with one of these lovely ladies. I am not making this up.

Nice Lady: “Hi! How are you doing?”
Me: “Great. So, what have you been up to?”
Nice Lady: “Oh, the boys had soccer on Thursday and Jenny and I saw a movie yesterday.”
Me: “Cool. Did you like it?”
Nice Lady: “Yeah, it was good.”
Silence.
Silence.
Me: “So, what do you like to do?”
Nice Lady: “Ummm….I don’t know. I don’t have much time to myself.”
Me: “Pretend for a minute that you DO have time to yourself. What would you do with it?”
Nice Lady: “Hmm. Well, probably do some laundry or something.”
Silence.
Silence.
Me: “If you could be a superhero, what would be your superpower.”
Nice Lady: “I don’t know. I don’t know any superheroes.”

It is like talking to a very nice brick wall.  The problem is, of course, that I know there is something happening on the other side.  I just don’t know how to get through.

Talking to Women is like talking to a brick wall.
“I said, ‘What are your thoughts on gay marriage!!??'”

That is why candle parties and makeup parties and baby showers were invented, I guess. For some odd reason, women find it difficult to open up to other women unless there is an ulterior reason for doing so. You can’t go to a baby shower and NOT make weird little “ooh” and “aah” noises. Honestly, it must be built into our brain patterning. Anyway, nobody talks politics or religion at a baby shower, but at least you get a whole bunch of the “So, what do you think about babies?”-type questions. It gives you something to talk about with absolutely no risk involved.

This is reason I think I have never really been able to relate. Most women (and I believe, people generally) are afraid of taking chances. I have always LOVED taking chances, even when they scare the crap out of me. I guess I don’t understand how some people would let it debilitate them to the point that they never seek to talk with someone that listens to allof their thoughts, not just the ones that make them look good.

When I ask some women about this problem, the response I usually get is, “I already talk to someone like that. My husband,” or sometimes, “My mother.” It is very nice that they have that type of outlet, but it seems sad that they would limit their deep human connections to one or two people. There is a group of people who are living such surface lives, totally unexamined, and being shocked that they feel unfulfilled, lonely, and depressed.

I would like to say that it is a small group, but I can’t. According to the Express Scripts 2002 Annual Drug Atlas, which detailed types of drugs prescribed by state, “Antidepressant drugs are prescribed in Utah more often than in any other state, at a rate nearly twice the national average. Other states with high antidepressant use were Maine and Oregon.” You can speculate why this is as much as the next person, but I think there is something about our surface connections with other people that need to be examined and changed.

Moreover, I can’t say I’m above the practice of putting my “best personality forward,” and purposely avoiding more meaningful interactions that might lead to conflict.

When I was pregnant with Abigail, I had some lovely people from my church throw me a baby shower. I arrived early, just in case they needed my help with anything or wanted me to pre-taste all the cheese (which I did without being asked). I wandered around, looking at the decorations and found myself amongst the ladies, who were just “chatting.” I hate chatting.

They were talking about candles. How many of them they each had, what flavors, where to get the bestcheapestMormoniest ones. I stood there, hoping that the tide would turn to, I don’t know, the situation Rwanda or something like that. They talked about candles for 15 minutes. I just stood there, nodding my head, wishing I could say something other than “Vanilla is my favorite, too.”

After having recently moved to Portland, I realized how much this train of thought was making me crazy. I found myself praying to find someone who would be willing to actually talk with me, not just “chat,” at me.

Fortunately, I have had the pleasure of knowing some real wild women throughout my lifetime. Women who are unafraid to speak their minds, women who know that they have an important voice that can’t be stifled. One of these ladies is an old friend of mine who also lives in Portland.

One day, right after an extended attempt to interact with a very “nice” woman that ended with her looking uncomfortably off into the void for 5 minutes and then telling me she had some “other things to do,” I went over to see my old friend. To my joy and amazement, she immediately proceeded to tell my why my politics are completely wrong and why artists should pursue their destiny at any cost.

It was exhilarating! I realized that at some point I had broken through the wall! We were actually talking, actually sharing our thoughts and feelings, and we didn’t need a baby shower or candle party as a pretend platform.

I realize that making friends is a process, right? It’s about having experiences that build on experiences. Eventually you open up to each other like beautiful roses and you go skipping through the field holding hands. I’m sure that’s what it’s like for everyone else. At least, that’s what I imagine.

For me, I just want to find other people who aren’t afraid to just fast-forward all the boring stuff and get right to what’s important.

A few weeks ago, I met a woman who was bringing her two daughters to play at a bouncy house down the road from us. I sat down and we started talking. I told her I was really self-conscious about my teeth. She told me she wanted to be a professional photographer but didn’t ever seem to have enough time or money to do it. I asked her to be my friend and she said yes, just like I remember doing in 3rd grade. We exchanged phone numbers and now she is one of my best friends in Portland.

What changes could we make if we were willing to risk being actual friends with other people? Not just “Did you want to order more foundation this month?” friends, but actual, “What do you think about when you’re alone?” friends. Although our houses might not smell as good, I think that we would more than make up for it with an increase of humor, love, and understanding for ourselves and others.

I’m not saying that a person shouldn’t talk about candles or soccer if that is what really moves them. There is no space in our limited earthly experience for judging, although I seem to find time for it constantly. Instead, I just wish for a world in which we appreciate the candle, but spend our time talking to each other about the flame.

 

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6 thoughts on “Candles or Flames?

  1. Thank you for putting into words what I’ve been feeling for ages! In the realm of the singles world, I don’t feel like I belong with a lot of the women there. They are beautiful, have great jobs, and whatnot, but it’s the hardest thing for me to make friends with them. I’m awful at the mindless chitchat. (This may also be why I’m pretty bad at dating, but I’m not positive. Let me get back to you on that.)

    1. LOL!! Fortunately, I think everyone has a mindful side if you’re willing to put in the time to find it. It can just be frustrating for the more direct personalities (like myself), who would rather not waste time talking about stuff that doesn’t matter. We just have to learn to put in the time to find that real person hiding behind all the candle-talk. 🙂

  2. Thank you so much for reading!! It is good to know that there are some things that other people can relate to here. You're a part of an elite crowd now – people who have read more than one of my posts! Enjoy being better than everyone else in the universe…for now. 😉

  3. love your blog, btw. Just getting lost in it after finding it thru my cool sis, Liesel's FB link today. Really. Love it– YAY! Keep 'em coming. I can relate to oh, so very, very much about what you write. No wonder ya'll are friends!

  4. Just so you know…. You are always invited to MY candle parties!!! Let's just say, the flame is always the topic, and there may be firefighters that show up in their underwear. Ha! Kidding! No, not really.

  5. If I could pick a superpower it would be a toss up between the ability to freeze time and/or the ability to turn gravity off and on at will. Flying is tempting and for sure would be tons of fun, but is a very boring and clichéd answer.

    And I hate stupid theme parties and their associated small talk. And I too try really hard to not judge those candle people. ..mostly I fail though.

    Very cool analogy, by the way..

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