Together alone

Ever been involved with someone who makes you feel lonelier than when you were single?
Ever had a relationship that made less sense than a road crash?
Ever had a relationship that made a normal balanced happy person sit back in shock and wonder what the hell they are and what are they doing wrong… ?

Or is it just me…

Case in point: The girl I am ‘becoming’ involved with is independent, so much so that she doesn’t need anyone. So why is it that she dates me? Where is that dating going to other than an empty bank balance for me, because she won’t pay a cent for anything any time we go out? And I catch myself with a serious case of mirror stares wondering what the hell I did wrong… and why I am STILL dating her.

I need to look back a step and think what it was about her that attracted me. God only knows now that I look back on it. I saw a relatively calm and self assured person that was very social and charming. It certainly isn’t a svelte figure, she has one, but it is in a magazine on her coffee table, which by the way I have never seen under the piles of crap and dishes on it. Come to think of it the carpet in her place is a mystery to me too.

For a woman that is having her power disconnected and can blithely spend 300 on a skirt 3 days earlier, I really have to question where her priorities are and which pawn shop she sold them to along with her empathy, sincerity and heart. That rock under her ample breast may move when she walks, But that is only because it is off balance on the pedestal it sits on.

She has redefined in the dictionary of ‘Obi Won’ the term of self centred. The longer I fight against the obvious the more and more I deserve the laughs and ridicule that the group of people I am growing away from show me.

All comes down to respect.
Respect yourself or no one else will..

Respectfully yours. Obi Won

"A Day At The Races"

Mad Marvin was up and at em early, pouring over the guide throwing the rune stones and praying Quetzalcoatl the Great Feathered Serpent for a win in race 8.
After the animal sacrifice, confident of blatant success, hit the road harder than Jack Kerovac in his makeshift Chariot straight to the home of the ferocious and schmickly dressed BJ the Bear.
BJ in his natural early morning state sleepy and preening and sighing in the 'Mirror Of Wonderment'. Shaving the thick layer of fur that had occupied his face since he awoke. The knock came abruptly at the door as BJ shuffled to respond.
Mad Marvin was there on his door step, bug eyed and wired, Mad Marvin wisked passed the bear like a man on a mission spouting details like a maxist manifesto,
'So ya ready huh? Are ya Ready??!", Mad Brad quizzed quickly"... Lets get going to the track! Are you going like that?? You told me 10 I am here at 10, c'mon, dontstandaroundtalkinggetdressed, bets to place babes to see... c'mon cmon!!"
BJ scratched the half of his face that was nice shaved and thought abstractly that it must be a funny sight having half a face shaved and superman boxer shorts and his teddy bear singlet on answering the front door, but no matter, he was nearly there, he just had a lot more to do to 'prefect the beast'
BJ performed a slow 180 on his heels and shuffled back to the mirror to finish off the deforestation of his face.
Marvin shot through to the living room where he found the lumbering Lurch poised over the ironing board. The look of concentration in his face suggested great deliberation and his posture a well practice Tai Chi position called 'iron the shirt'.
"Hey Lurch!", Mad Marvin boomed, How are you, been a while hows the kids? Hows the job? Hows the lovelife? aHuh ahuh??"
Lurches posture tensed, he recalled during his stay with mad Marvin that his daily mediations were often brittle and brutally short. The feng shuye for Mad Brad's abode often caused him headaches and stomach upsets imbalancing his chi. He relaxed slightly, as he recalled the day he left, relieved to have found a haven in the cave of BJ.
Deliberately Lurch put down the iron and turn slowly to Mad Marvin and said with a sigh, "...Hello Mad Marvin. I am Fine. My children are well. My Job is good and my love life is a work in progress." he paused momentarily and added, "Thank you for asking." Lurch turned back to the iron, looked at it lovingly and resumed the ironing of his crisp white shirt. "...great great, that's all great, good to hear!", Mad Marvin chirpily replied.

"A Day At The Races" MAY be continued...