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That "We can still be friends, can't we?" thing has been a very curious poltergeist in my life. Most all of my breakups have been pretty final on my end, and almost all of my exes wanted to return - and they almost always sought me out, not the other way around. (There is only one exception I remember right now...) It also took a bit of time before I could see them as a friend because of the hurt - I give totally, so when I get hurt, I really need some time. But I always came around after a year or so.
When I kept things on a friendship level, I gained wonderful friends. When I tried to reawaken the old flame (twice I did this), the results was the same disasters as before.
My most blatant "fuck you" came from bunny - it came from her and didn't go to her at the time like it should have. Once she ran through every red cent I had (bunnies are extremely expensive), I heard this for dessert to my realization of my imminent poverty:
"What? You don't have no more money? Not even hidden somewhere? Well I can't stay with you, honey, if you don't have any more money!"
Exact quote. Those words are engraved on my heart in scar tissue.
Still, I will take the lunge for the brass ring over being safe. I have loved and lost, but by God I have loved! I have loved with all my heart - not once, not twice, not three times. (That's enough, folks, I ain't telling no more yet.) And I intend to keep on loving with all my heart until I can breathe no longer.
I am tremendously excited that I finally found the right woman, so maybe this time I can get it right. If not - well, there's no "if not" for me - not this time. It's all or nothing. I pre-evaluated when the emotion struck. I balance sheeted a little. I chose. I plunged. I am not looking back. Bring on the joy or let me be destroyed trying! That's my mindset.
The only reason I am saying this, Luke, is not to get mushy in public. It is to tell you that this is possible. Crazy mad people like me do exist and the joy that comes from it when you get it right is indescribable. Marcus was right - go get drunk sometime. Just once.
(I can't anymore, but I am not talking about addiction - I am talking about letting go of the control over your own joy. It hurts like hell when it goes south on you, but the memory of how it felt on the high is magnificent. I would not trade the good intense memories I have had with all my exes - and professional triumphs too, btw, but we are not discussing that here, for any amount of time I have spent at home being safe.)
Now back to Bob's sellout and Rearden's coffee. I do believe that Rearden was inept with women - so it was simply easier to give to his profession the part of his love that should have gone to his wife. Notice the change in him after he started going out with Dagny - buying jewelry, traveling, dinners out, spending time with her and so forth. Once she went with Galt, I am sure that Reardon would not have women trouble anymore. I certainly don't see him as a bachelor all the rest of his life (but maybe Ayn did - she liked to make her men to wait years for her heroines).
Bob was a sellout, but not completely. Altruism was just the excuse. He had his little payoffs over the years. He sure seems to me like a squirrelly little dude. Playing it safe - because not only did he not have to hurt his wife's feelings - he didn't have to sell his personality anymore to strange women to get laid or worry about getting hurt by falling in love and being rejected! That's the biggest payoff and biggest sellout of his whole relationship.
Michael
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