4-corners

in the USA, there is a point where if you had four legs you could be in 4 different states, at the one time. It's where Utah, Colorado, Arizona and New Mexico meet and it's called the 'four-corners'. I remember standing there and thinking to myself that its a little metaphoric. That because the 4 states meet at the one point, I'm not really anywhere, who's to say which state I actually am in, and therefore i can make up where i am. I can choose to be in any one of those states, and i can't really be right, but i wouldn't be wrong either. Yesterday was a little like that. It wasn't about any one being 'right' or 'wrong' it was a problem of perception. About how you view your actions or how you view yourself and your place in the world. Ultimately, it's up to you to decide and no one can argue with you - because your experience isn't right, or wrong, it simply is.

What you told me didn't effect me so much. It did a little, but it wasn't the source of my provocation. What happened, a little innocent kiss wasn't right or wrong, depending on where you stand or where you're looking from. We clearly have some different boundaries, some different borders. What i think upset me a little was that you knew i could be funny about it, but it didn't change 1 - the fact it still happened, and 2 - the delay in telling me and the manner in which you told me. Which gets me thinking...

If you think kissing someone in a spa, drunk, half-naked, champagned and cocained with people watching isn't a big deal, then Fausty, you are standing on your 4-corners spot looking down in amazement at your own feet. I'm not asking you to change where you stand - I'm just asking you to perhaps lift your head a little to the horizon and contemplate the other perspectives. Your actions cast a shadow and not necessarily where you expect it to land. That's just how i see it anyway...