We’re almost on to August 2010, hard to believe I’ve been writing this dribble almost continuously since April 2007. There’ s some good stuff back in these archives for a new reader to associate with. I’m not any sort of a hero here with my story, I’m a simple scribe, leaving little bread crumbs for others to follow.
The untold story is sadly, your story, the one that never gets documented, the one that never gets heard. You deal with things privately as best you can, sometimes with unexpected consequences, good & bad. If I’m lucky you might send me a private note after reading some particularly thorny posting. The note might be cryptic and short, choppy at best, the words don’t seem to come easy, but you write, lick the stamp yourself.
I congratulate those who scour the Internet looking for information, looking for a reason, a way out and hope. God only knows what people had to do prior to this Information Age, it probably was a lot rougher.
My inspirational realization is that I simply want to be loved and needed and to love and to need someone else as well. It’s easy to find one, hard to find both. Cute, hot, sexy, cool are words that are meaningless to me and have no long lasting appeal. Some of the most empty people I’ve ever met are also the most attractive. God had used up the alloted ingredients at time of shipment. A hollow chocolate Easter bunny get packed in the box.
I’m off to Toronto next week, the small brown tiger needs me, much as he growls and I need him. That’s good enough for me.