I'm a writer. You guys already know this. And as a writer, you can imagine what words mean to me. The right sequence of words can lift me up, kick me down, bolster me for battle, or soothe me into submission. Words have transformative powers. I am also chronically idle. I tend to avoid taking action whenever possible. I think about what I should do, what I want to do, what to do to make a situation better, but most of the time I don’t actually do anything until it’s absolutely necessary.

My love for words and my aversion to action is part of what makes me a good writer. I really believe this. It’s also part of what makes it easy to be in a relationship with me. You never have to wonder what goes on in my mind because I fucking rock at telling you. I’m absolutely awesome at telling people how I feel. I can speak about my feelings in a heartfelt way without being corny. I can articulate hard to define feelings in a really clear way. I can explain the complexities of my female Libra brain in such a way that even the most dense of men can understand. I’m a great talker. I’m great with words. My beloved Mr. Max is of course the complete opposite. He is fucking awesome, let me say that for the record. But it’s like pulling teeth to get that man to tell me what goes on in the labyrinth of his mind. Good lord almighty.

He is, however, a great do-er. A great shower of feelings. The epitome of actions speaking louder than words. And while I wouldn’t trade him for the world, sometimes I can’t help but wish he would whisper some sweet nothings in my ear. Don’t get me wrong, I love all the sweet things he does for me. But I’m a writer, sometimes I just need some words. We discussed this the other day, Mr. Max and I, and he said I was bullshit (how awesome is it that I can tell that man I wish he was different and all he does is laugh, tell me I’m bullshit, and advise that I write about it). He asked how I could possibly wish for a man who talked a good game but whose actions didn’t back it up. According to him, any woman in the world would rather have a man who shows her how he feels rather than talks about it.

He’s probably right, but I am and always have been certified illogical. Or maxlogical, if you will. Call me crazy, but all things being equal I would rather have a man who was a talker than a do-er. But what say you guys? Do actions mean more than words to you? Would you rather be with someone who told you how s/he feels all the time, or someone who shows you his/her feelings? Weigh in with your piece in the comments.