I have been thinking since I wrote I Like Doors that a little clarification may help the reader. The "wall" is not between myself and a friend. More of an acquaintance but one whom I see on a weekly basis.
I put the wall up to protect myself while in an extremely vulnerable and hurting state. I had to. Sometimes one may go along for years and be the "good girl." But sometimes being a "good girl" makes you feel very bad.
Your "good girl" may look different from my "good girl."
Allow me to describe my "good girl."
The "good girl" holds her tongue and sometimes bites it 'til it bleeds.
The "good girl" sees all sides but sometimes to the detriment of her own emotional health.
The "good girl" mistakenly believes that she is the only one able to "get over it."
The "good girl" is usually the first one to apologize for the sake of "clearing the air."
The "good girl" doesn't want to "rock the boat" or "ruffle feathers."
The "good girl" feels very bad if she messes up and hurts someone.
The "good girl" wants to crawl under a rock if she believes she has disappointed someone. Especially someone she respects.
For years, by my own reckoning, I was a "good girl."
But learning how to set healthy boundaries, identifying my core motivation, and recognizing that some one else's issues are really not all about me has helped me to release some of my "good girl" tendencies.
I realized after writing I Like Doors, then going for a run last night and thinking some things through this morning, that I was slipping back into the old "good girl" mode. But it is a tight fit. And I can no longer move around comfortably in it.
I also remembered that some parts of our lives are made for doors and other places require walls.
Knowing the difference allows for either appropriate access or necessary restraint.
And right now this reformed "good girl" needs protecting for a little bit longer.
I like doors. But walls are good, too.