Relationships

Relationships are so difficult, so loaded with expectation, so vulnerable to disappointment, so dependent on factors outside our control, so influenced by personality and the fluctuation of character.
The mind sets the scene with its limitless optimism and a strong tendency to ignore past experience but more often finds itself back into the old impasse which because the mix is problematical becomes the reset mode.
Like a box of firecrackers the care you take to ensure that no stray spark or comment sets off the whole box makes communication itself a minefield and extremely tiring. The best is to retreat into your own mental bunker and seek sanity with your own toys fielding off the slings and arrows by ducking the issue of building bridges but when relationships matter it's not something one can do lightly.
And so the gavotte of best intention versus pragmatism starts with a little sally this way and a retreat that way, hoping to maintain some sort of esprit de corpse, trying not to damage moral or appear aloof to other sensitivities whilst clinging to ones own assumption of normality.
Should I be described as eccentric if one analyses everything and everyone. Becoming judgemental where it would be better to let things flow and be as they are.  Over analysing things, and looking for patterns and structure where there is none.
It's a devil of a processes since no stone is left unturned and many bruises are inflicted, not least on ones self, in this examination of the human condition.