My cousin Scott and I are having a discussion via email about the way some people interpret intensity as desperation or other less desirable things. 

My cousin Scott is intense.  I am intense.  My cousin Scott is fabulous.  I am fabulous.  My cousin Scott is not desperate.  I am not desperate.  Yet, our intensity apparently puts some people off and is interpreted as wanting something too much (hence – desperation).  Of course, this interpretation comes from those who are not themselves intense…so I kind of get it.

But folks – be clear, intensity does not desperation equal…intensity (at least in my definitional frame) is a hallmark of confidence coupled with a clear sense of ability and a forceful drive.  So, why do others sometimes interpret intensity as desperation or really anything else than what it actually is?  Perhaps they cannot understand the intensity from the definitional frame I have provided…perhaps they are intimidated by the raw energy that intense people have…perhaps they are threatened by the forcefulness of the intensity…or perhaps there is no one static reason why intensity is sometimes misconstrued.

I will make no apologies for being intense, nor will my cousin Scott. We will just have to understand that some folks will not be able to stand the heat in our kitchen and will need to sit a fair distance away in the dining room. And yes, I did just use a kitchen in a metaphor which is amazing for a girl who only has a kitchen because it came with her house – yes, I did…but what the heck – I live to push my limits – I am intense like that. 😉

Day three hundred and thirty-four of the new forty – obla di obla da

Ms. C