One of the most eye-opening … mind blowing comments i ever heard… “She’s too elegant for you…. ”
This was a comment my mother made, after meeting my ex wife…
How she walked, moved, smiled, how her lips moved when she spoke, how her eyelashes fluttered, how she got things (never reaching… yet somehow things magically “appearing” on her possession)… how she wore clothes,… how she stood… all these things…. made a woman… that my mother said was “too elegant” for me. Even her power to wear makeup in a way that you NEVER knew she was wearing makeup….
at first i took this as “i’m not good enough…. ?”
but that was incorrect. Not the case at all… later my mom… in all her wisdom explained… “No, boy….our family is people who drag knuckles. we are brutes, and our power, confidence, existence comes from living a life of whirlwind, and you too… have a personality that mimics a fighter, dragging his knuckles across the floor. you get dirty, you dwell in the darkness, and love to get into the midst of any conflict…. this is not her… she is the poised aristocrat… she may not be born of one… but i can tell by how she keeps her nose high and poised…you do not mix with her. go build the castle… and let her sit on her chair in the street smoking her cigarette…. ”
By that she meant… that i… and my family…. are like the dwarves of mythology… while she was like the elves…. not better or worse… but different.