One way to ensure high pressure urination is to hold it in for a while. Another way is to acquiesce one's genitals into their "best" (most pleasurable) behavior (coitus). & I don't say that in jest. Everyone (ideally) hopes to show their lover a good time when the time comes (sorry). And by that very hopeful goal / definition, the resulting acidic release will no doubt be impressive.
But can we not also hedge this truth up against the idealism put on display whilst attempting to kindle a new friendship? And in line with that, the release after the fact, once we finally allow ourselves to exhale / let out our gut?
Friendships are built over time, but firstly, they must be initiated by someone. From there, an intimate encounter must occur where both parties participate in equal measure. Perhaps this is a "eat / meet up", golf outing, hunting, fishing, etc. Whatever is of interest to both parties. Whether it's individuals or entire clans.
And this encounter takes a lot of energy. For most everyone wants to put their best foot forward. At least initially. Too, there's simply the focus required to perform versus the after-the-fact involuntary exercise of relieving oneself (letting one's hair down).
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Now, I realize not everyone agrees with this "Jekyll / Hyde" approach to relational charm 100%. Some would rather mix & match here in order to "present more authentically". But for me, I typically do gravitate towards charm versus gravitas as a first priority. And I believe that has something to do with my southern upbringing.
For a beautifully set table says a lot, don't you think?
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Last summer, I began to notice some very out-of-the-ordinary activity at one of our neighbors' homes. And mostly this was due to my years-long knowledge that this abode was a rental, and a very ugly (architecturally) rental at that, situated on a less-than-ideal lot. Surprisingly, whomever was now living there had taken an interest in its upkeep! I could hear lawn equipment in full swing combined with the impossible to miss minor upgrades such as outdoor string lights draped above the back porch, etc.
As a result, I made a point to drop by and introduce myself. I was delighted to find the family to be engaging and kind, and they seemed deeply grateful for the handshake / welcome from my oldest daughter and me. Eventually, a formal invite to dinner (at our abode across the street) was delivered, but it didn't actually occur (due to their rigorous family schedule) 'till right at the tail end of last year.
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What made this all the more significant was the history of homeowners / tenants who'd resided within that ugly eyesore of a home. A history that mostly consisted of difficulties / disappointments that we were keen to forget. Hence, a fresh start was upon us, and we were elated.
Eventually, mid-December came. I remember coming home from work early to assist everyone for our guests' (Dad / mom / son / teenage daughter) Friday night arrival.
A quick sidenote: What I hadn't accounted for was the time lapsed (+/-6 months) since making first (brief) contact with this white, middle-class fam. Hence, they'd now truly settled into their rental with its history / shortcomings having soaked in thoroughly.
As such, they were obviously affected overall due to the limitations / permutations of their temporary home (they were / are actively planning / constructing a rural homestead far and away from our suburban enclave).
After their departure (they hung out with us for about 90 minutes), I hoped forlornly that they'd take up our offer to visit our church, especially considering the Xmas season being upon us.
They didn't.
What we did learn was how vital it was for the majority of the clan to escape their rental home via weekend deer hunting treks to south MS (it's important to know that both children wore camouflage attire to our dinner party).
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The hardest part about this failed attempt to gain newfound friends was knowing that it wasn't us. It was their circumstances that kept them from connecting therein. For that "cursed" house simply had run its accelerated course as it pertained to both their immediate and long-term outlook. And it did so via being a constant reminder of their transient status combined with its less-than-ideal living conditions for themselves + their pets.
Hence, we felt unfairly (though only tangentially) sort of responsible - by proxy - of their discomfort in spite of our attempts to be neighborly.
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Samson Society is well represented by this family's temporary plight. It's a (hopefully) pivot point to a better place.
But what's interesting therein is, in terms of the initial Samson Society intro (of yourself), it's the urination that's most vital versus any semblance of presentation performance (formalities). And some of us are better at this than others.
I love this...
In closing, remember where you once were, my Samson brother, when you first stepped foot into a meeting. As such, encourage newbies to pee, all the more, 'till they've fully relieved themselves. And this may take months, if not years, of being listened to. For their troubles didn't happen overnight, and it will take time for their permanent / new home to be planned / constructed.
As such, love them where they're at, patiently waiting for them to realize / recognize that you were once right there too.
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