BECAUSE I LIKE THE DAMN SONG, ALRIGHT!
The Sarcastic Bastard often posts things because she ‘damn likes’ whatever it is. Well, I like this song and the episode of ‘Ren and Stimpy’ that it borrows from. It reminds me of a lot of things, a lot people and places. One set of ‘people and places’ it reminds me of is Mookie Dee, back when she wasn’t more than a lil’ Mook herself and Big Mark was more of a ‘medium-sized Mark’ (have to get my high school boxing picture scanned so I can show you how I looked!
Did I mention how much I like Omaha? It is a super nice town and everyone is so friendly, and by that I mean they are a out-of-their-own-way kind of friendly as if they would be doing a disservice to their family name. I can only see good in town, not that there aren’t women with vertical stretch marks in halters or overweight men and their wobbly jowls with filled with food and mouth spewing stupidity around. Maybe one day I will make an aggregation post and see how critical I can be of ‘the Big O’, because my personal defense condition is still at 3, and prolly won’t change ANYTIME soon.
Even though the name of the song and the cartoon is ‘Marooned’, being marooned does not connote the same thing for me as it does for most people. For me, being completely alone is a precursor to my finding a potential path to personal success.
And I say ‘potential path’ guardedly. While I have not made a habit of inviting any disastrous people into my life, I have occasionally allowed people who did not completely fit the criteria I had set for becoming an intimate part of my human ‘being’.
I WANT THOSE WHO GET TO KNOW ME…
Accounting for my own faults and flaws, a nagging trend in my previous relationships has been having my partner accept me as I am. The last time I had someone willing to do that was over a decade ago, my relationship with Tee Jay. With relationships between men and women, more specifically BLACK men and women, becoming more and more adversarial, I looked at being single the same was as how Norman Minnow saw bad television.
I believe that when a relationship works, with both parties being caring and thoughtful to one another ,supportive in whatever endeavor their partner engages in, as well as being faithful, generally behaving in the way advised by Kahlil Gibran, it is a wonderful thing. Unfortunately, relationships are not held in high enough regard to where even having an ‘average’ coupling means something on the order of resembling anything on the order of functionality. And my being out of the game for over a decade means that I don’t know if my approaches or desires are even relevant in today’s climate. Right now the observing and probative scouting I have been doing has left me doubtful of finding a partner. And I am yet too vital to have to put ‘company’ at the top of my list for why I would pursue a relationship.
MILES TO GO BEFORE I SLEEP
Not only has the ‘way the game is played’ changed, but it is simply not a priority for me to learn the subtleties of how it is conducted. There is no imperative for me to want to ‘get at’ someone. I would still be willing to take a risk if I was sure that the other party was as willing to step out into the Ultraworld with me for an adventure. But there is so much acrimony between sisters and brothers that it would make the gulf between the Repugs and the White House seem like a rain puddle.
I have to have something more than the ‘easy part’ to move my position. There needs to be something tangible, something to, dare say, for me to grab for. Really, what IS my motivation to include another person and their consciousness in my life? I am not looking for a ‘playmate’, for I am certain there are enough of those to be had.
Anywho, it made sense to talk about the various women that had been spotted on my radar… after all, it is a part of my day to day. Saw another ‘bowl eligible’ young lady last night as I cruised around the Old Market after my workout. She went across the street and hung on the corner, chatting up a street musician. I had stopped and was listening to the guys on the corner nearest to me. I listened to a song and thought they were pretty good and worth the single I flipped into their open guitar case. Then I asked them if they knew anything by The Brand New, and they all did a little ‘bro-squeal’ as that was the next song they were going to play. All in all, I enjoyed it and I have to wonder if it would have been more enjoyable a moment if I had someone to share it with, someone who may well have not been ‘in’ to the song as I was or was this the best I could hope for… because chilling with the small group of folks was NOT bad at all. And I would not have traded the time listening to the band and maybe having someone possibly roll their eyes or make some other disapproving comment about my ‘tastes’, and take away from my moment.
Defeats the purpose of being ‘in’ anything with someone, don’t you think?