Once upon a time there was a girl who knew too much about guys. She thought it might be fun to find out things so she, and some of her friends, got together to make a test. They did this test many time in many forums over the years. One girl was the leader…I was one of the followers and the hypothesis of the experiment was that no men are faithful.
From Myspace to Tickle to Facebook the test stood through time.
It started as one girl who saw it as her mission to help other women by showing them what dogs their men were and then dumping the dogs. She was fascinating to watch in action! She would say,
“Get ready to see some pretty colours!”
I was always watching.
She had a real talent for breaking even the most holy of boofs (and some of their goofs too!) She was like Jimi Hendrix’s song ‘Bold As Love’…..(just ask the ‘Axis!’)
Now of course alot of people do naughty talk in private (until now when General Snowden told America “all their base belong to us”). But most of that naughty stuff stays private OR the people involved don’t CARE if they are private or not (but that is another subject) but this girl could make a priest talk nasty! Then she would email it to the bishop AND the archdiocese!
Talk about amazing!
I saw guys fall like ducks from the sky in season! Emails went out like mad to all boofs and goofs and soon EVERYONE in that circle was aware:
Even the most holy guys cheat….
(Since then I have found one or two exceptions but even the exceptions like non touchable naughty stuff)
Over time it became profiles that were ‘man traps’ and were sometimes turned on and off for effect as women who were curious about their husbands, (and/or boofs), went into profiles to check people up to see if they would be naughty with a ‘haughty hottie’…
Most all of them fell for the haughty hottie like mighty oaks…
This had the cumulative effect of making the women and girls behave like the men…and the men behave like the women…
…and that is how ‘metro-sexuals’ happened
…somewhere I know there are people making love, watching movies with the kids, and maybe even making snow angels at night.
I am alone here but, somehow, all of the smiles and emotions of everyone I love are like the panoramic background of my thoughts. I feel you hugging, fighting, silently angry, laughing. and living real life. I get to do more of that all the time.
One of these days I will be like them too. Already it had started. Only weekends and holidays now do I have the option of ‘all day’ to choose from in between tasks and doctor visits and pain. Soon there will be more reasons to be gone from the boxed life.
The other day I cried until I made myself sick because I was busy being very very tired from living real life and when I found out I missed a precious friend I only got to talk to twice this year I went berserk and then stopped and wondered: “do they miss me that much?”
There is a feeling of guilt to leaving those who have come to rely on your friendship and company and a feeling of loss when you miss them because, even though people say the box is not real and the people in it are not real they ARE real. There are real hands typing real words on a keyboard somewhere with real feelings, hopes and dreams.
I can’t wait to start swim therapy.
I will be gone one or two hours every evening they have it. I can’t walk very well but surely I can swim! It means I may miss people. I have to learn not to cry over the precious ones.
…is not for me.
That ship sailed all pack’t with treasures
We were supposed to buy and sell and trade
That ship would return some day with more
Storms sank it deep
Somewhere of the straits of Desire
Flaming Arrows set it afire
With it sank every hope and dream
Sank into depths where only gold survives
And ghostly creatures made of light
Floating in darkness
Silent witnesses to what was long ago
Sometimes divers come to try
To take a golden bit and save it
Some get one coin
Some get two
Then the sands shift over a thin crust
They have to rise before they die
Not too fast
Too fast causes pain
The treasure does not miss one coin
It does not care
Still it is buried there
Entrenched deep in the ocean of my heart
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You are so far away
I want to share with you
All this love
Like the tears of the sky
Awash within this ocean
All the trinkets of love
Treasures on It’s floor
Ship wrecks of love
Storms scattered gold
Far past where sun shines
Where creatures learn
To make their own light
I have whole kingdoms