Wednesday, January 20, 2016

What is it like in her head

Sometimes it strikes me exactly how different Satu's inner landscape must be from mine. I think this picture is a good representation of what her thoughts are like:

Emotions know their place in her life don't leak over the boundaries screwing things up.Thoughts are easy to find and they are stored conveniently with associated words.

My brain looks more like this:
 Not only do I never really know what emotion is about to surface, I often get lost in my thoughts and pulled down the wrong path.
This is a problem for Satu and for me because I will often get stuck while we are talking and my brain will detour without my consent. She isn't wrong when she says that I don't always listen. The problem is that I try to listen and pay attention and I don't always know when I am not doing a good job. My heart is always connected, but details escape me.
Last night when I complimented Satu on her pretty orange shirt, she informed me that I say that every time she wears it. I don't think I have ever seen it before, but because Satu's brain is so well organized, she has a section for orange shirt and it's associated compliments.

The point is, I am paying attention, I notice how good she looks in orange every time I see it, but I don't have an orange shirt section in my brain. I have an orange shirt experience and then it gets lost in the past. In the same way that I can't tell one actress from another, I can't recall many of the details that I should be able to.

My hope is that Satu really does understand me for the animal that I am, living in the present and often lost in my own mind. I love her so much and look forward to every day that I get to spend time with her. I may not remember what we ate last time we went out or what she asked me to do last week, but I am forever attentive to the connection that I feel when she gently rests her hand on my knee. Nothing brings me more peace and happiness than the feeling I get when she looks in my eyes. I want to have that feeling every day, and I hope that in her very well organized mind there is a section where she stores the knowledge that I love her infinitely and deeply with all of my heart.

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