When
I look at my life and its secret colors, I feel like bursting into tears. Like
that sky- it’s rain and sun both, noon and midnight. You know, I think of the
lips I’ve kissed, and of the wretched child I was, and of the madness of life
and the ambition that sometimes carries me away. I’m all those things at once.
I’m sure there are times when you wouldn’t even recognize me.
I like how everything in the Camus quote is thrown together
like an honest pastiche of his life.
Often, that is what I think of my journaling, a pastiche of my life, or
maybe some imitation of a preceding one, a life with maybe more style and
flourish than this one that I captain.
I subscribe to a feed on my Face Book page called, “The worst feeling
ever is not knowing whether you should wait or give up”. I am not certain when I began to subscribe to
it but what I am certain of is my motivation to add it to the various feeds I
receive on my page. The “not knowing”
between me and Nebraska was avoidable,
particularly if an intimate relationship was a possibility. When I would spend those nights that were not
particularly empty, but neither were they fully comfortable, I would wonder
what direction was our relationship going to take. It felt for all the world to me that our
relationship was a rudderless ghost ship stuck in a Sargasso of unfounded fears
and failed gambits, and while I was willing to sail with her it was not at all costs,
nor was it solely on her terms. When I
made the decision to go to school last year and bear down on which direction
that I was tacking was when I once again recommitted to myself. Though the main purpose was for me to build a
multi-dimensioned life here in Omaha, you, dear reader, also was aware of the
high hopes that I had for Nebraska and me.
Though we did not cover each and every place that I had
hoped to enjoy with Nebraska, between Flat Ruthie and KT, I did think that I
hit enough of the wonderful spots that I had once hoped to go with Nebraska. And
with that being so, I feel that I no longer have to wonder what it would be
like to go to the places that I have not been with her, because I actually had
the chance to show off Omaha (to Flat Ruthie)
and to go to many of these places with someone who I love and loves me back (KT). Maybe this
does not make any sense to anyone, but it makes perfect sense to me.
I have been doing some thinking this past week as I get
ready for my “second” second year of college at how far I have come and where
it is I am going. It has always seemed
like yesterday I was down in the basement of Mookie Dee’s townhouse chattering
away in the early morning hours, unable to sleep because I was filled with so
much anxiety. Between my diagnosis,
losing my darling brother, and the last bit of whatever money I had from my job
on the fringe of the auto industry, putting up with Mookie Dee’s impending
unemployment and crap was too much for me to bear. And it is with some degree of irony that I
write about that because when my one reader decided to “dump me”, I had
explained at the time how it came I was with Mookie Dee.
Because I never got “messed up” because of a relationship (including my starter marriage) until I fumbled away
Tee Jay, I found myself unable to move past that relationship. This would be as “messed up” as I have ever
been over a person, where I was wishing I could be with them and I found myself
wrestling with the “stalker ex-boyfriend” that dwelled within me. “So, I thought, “THIS is what it is like to
be lost in love with an old lover.” And
for the first time I found myself still wanting to be with someone that I was
no longer in a relationship with. Now
here is where my friend missed me “mea culpa’s” for my role in aggravating the
problems between men and women, PARTICULARLY brother’s and sister’s. And with me being a snarky smart a$$, part of
why I put out there that I did not think I would be bothering with another
relationship is all of the “I gots mine, you gots to get yours,” that I reflect
upon my relationship career.
Been married, divorced and engaged. I have gone from nerdling virgin to solider,
to professional boxer. Traveled as much
of the world as I have wanted to ( or thereabouts
anyways) and then some, and from being flush with material things and
money, I have been so broke that I would pick through garbage to retrieve a
soda pop bottle for its deposit. It is
also why when Danny Elfman used to sing “I’ve been reborn so many times that I can’tremember them all” as he would ask in the song, “WhoDo You Want To Be?” that I would feel a sense of foreboding, as if that was a
discovery to be made as I journeyed though this dimension.
Anywho, it was with all this in mind that I dared to embark
upon the “Ex-List era” of my life. I
felt that I had something to make up for and the “sentence” that was my
relationship with Mookie Dee; I have paid for my relationship transgressions. And if you think that I have not paid enough,
take that up with the judiciary!
WOULD YOU RATHER SUFFER BY
YOURSELF IN A POOL OF BLISSFUL MISERY?
And I need to add that I have also bedded my share of
women. It matters less “how” I did
accumulate the numbers (better known as statistics)
than it is that I did not violate anyone’s “personal space” and I forced myself
on all of no one ever. In short, I did
not have to force or “take” anything from anyone… EVER. In fact when Mike Tyson was convicted of rape
I would use that as an object lesson for my roomies in Greensboro in how women
should be dealt with in our apartment. In
fact, I still would find it hard to even role-play certain stuff, and I know
that because I have tried! But THAT is a
different conversation!! Suffice to say,
my carnal desires have been had, as have many of my soulful ones.
I know what love is for me.
I know what it looks like, what it tastes like as well as what it feels
like. It is something that is
unmistakable and when I feel it coming FROM someone, it is unmistakable.
A while back I posted on my Face Book page that “I am love…”
along with other comments that while I am sure that most took as the typical
Face Book blithering, that I sincerely meant as a description of who I am. Though I am not to the zen-pacifist level, I
do not engender hate towards anything and anyone in this existence. The last time I openly “hated” anything or
anyone was my starter wife, and really that was more of an annoyance than a
good old-fashioned hate. Our
relationship was over 50 pounds ago and she could move me with her punches because
of her weight advantage! Also, she was
fueled by irrationality, and the less said about her and our marriage, the
better.
I have never needed anyone to “like” me to justify my “liking”
them. If I like you, I just DO. And that is that with that. But this does not cover my why I am still
following my former reader, but what I am struggling with regarding Nebraska.
IN CLOSING
I wish that I had something more substantial to say,
something that had relevance to an intellectual subject, but I don’t. I am taking a pause on a ledge as I climb,
getting ready for my new job and school.
Got more KT pictures to share and I will be sorting through those as
well.
2 comments:
You are a pure soul and I am glad to call you friend.
How can you talk about life and death, love and loss, and then close with saying you don't have anything substantial to say?
(Not sure if this ID thing will work right- this is Thomas.)
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