Maybe I'm a man
Maybe you're the only
woman
Who could ever help me
Baby, won't you help me to
understand?
-Paul McCartney-
I've heard this song a
trillion times since 1970. As a kid it was a sappy love song. As I
got older I'd hum and sing along to it w/o bothering to really listen
to the lyrics. I do that with a lot of songs. There are songs I've
heard that I've never bothered to learn the lyrics to and most times
that's because I can't understand what they're singing.
Today, “Maybe I'm Amazed”
came on WCIB and w/o thinking about it, I listened.
I thought to myself,
“God...remember when you thought a girl would 'Save you?'”
In my 20's, I, we all had,
deficits we knew intimately. None of us is perfect. Also I'd think
that if I met the right girl, if we hit it off the right way, this
would somehow fill the gaps in my life that I had a hard time filling
myself. The “Perfect Love” that was somewhere out there, I just
had not found it yet.
I'm wasn't alone in these
hopes. Everyone I knew back then thought similarly but would never
dare divulge that information.
Yeah well...you come to find
out people are messy, imperfect as hell and they can't “save you.”
What I did come to learn was
a little better than that fantasy.
If I was in a healthy
relationship, where it was easy to be open and completely myself, the
girl would allow me to bring forward the best in
myself. The holes in me remain unfilled but I brought forth the best
I owned already with abundance. That is growth. Someone I knew called
that “blooming.”
Women have great perception.
I can remember years ago, when I was 19, sitting on the front steps
of M's house with his girlfriend when were just talking. We really
didn't know one another well enough to give one another eye opening
revelations to one another. Well, I didn't have any to give to her, I
was a guy, and by definition, dense as a brick.
“”Ron, you are so ready
to bloom now. I can see it. You ought to just move out on your own
and it'll come.”
I was quietly shocked and I
kept that reaction to myself. How the hell did she know what was
eating at me? I never told anyone. Women and their X ray
eyes....she knew.
I too, could bring out the
best in others.
I remember C. She came off
as a dumb blonde but wasn't really. It was a role that seemed to
bring her the things she needed in life. One time at Scarborough, as
we sat on the benches watching the surf, she pointed to the horizon
and said those cumulonimbus clouds out there were headed our way.
“Cumulonimbus?” I
thought to myself. I had no idea she understood weather nor had any
use for Latin prefixes and suffixes. There was a side to this girl I
never knew about and I turned to her and smiled and asked how the
hell she knew that. She said she learned it from being a Girl Scout
long ago. This side her actually made her more pretty in my eyes. I
figured she felt comfortable enough with to drop the duh-duh blonde
routine and let her real self come out for a bit.
It was simply feeling
comfortable with one another and that's huge.
At my age now, I still own
some of those old deficits in my personality. I may own them still if
I reach 94 years of age. But, those things are like holes in the
road, you fill them in as you can and sometimes it takes forever. The
only person who can do that is you and not your loved one.
I was struck by a few lines
in the Lincoln movie that came out last year. In one scene, he's
arguing with his wife, Mary, about letting their oldest son join the
Union Army. Mary would have no part of it since she lost one son
already. She threatens Abe with Holy Hell if he dies. After being
berated by Mary, Lincoln says;
“I must make my decisions
and Bob (their son) must make his, you yours. And bear what we must.
Hold and carry what we must.
What I carry within me, you
must allow me to do it.
Alone, as I must. And you
alone, Mary, you alone may lighten your burden or render it
intolerable. As you choose.”
Our lives are our own and
that dream of being saved, fixed when I was in my 20's was a nice
dream.
And “Maybe I'm Amazed”
is still a good song.
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