Tiger Cub is stressed. Back in Toronto, he caught up with one of his good friends, who basically asked him "WTF are you doing with your life you're almost 25?" Well TC has spent the last 2 years seeing the world and now he's waiting on me. But he's still worried, "Chris – I'm almost 25 I need to do something with my life, I have to be on my way by the time I'm 30".
Choices. Sometimes we even get to make them ourselves. Me? I'm sitting with a financial storm brewing, my own company could tell me to return to home base, have me return to Europe on a new mission or fire me in a layoff. I won't have much of a choice.
So calmly I told TC, he needed to scout out what the job situation was in Toronto, look into going back to school and sad as it may be, if that's the right choice for him, I'd be 100% supportative. He didn't like that answer, it would likely mean us parting ways, a loved one slipping under the waves. Sad indeed.
Much better would be for me to go JR's (a local gay bar) some Thursday, hook-up with whatever is hanging on the hooks there that night and me (Mr. Obvious) getting caught by TC the next day. He could then fly off the handle, tell me to f'off, slam the phone down and never talk again. Nice n' tidy.
I have my own mess and clearly I don't want to string him along or drag him into anything that's not a good long term idea. I want to do something myself, to make a change, make it happen. But I have no buttons to push or levers to pull, I simply need to have patience. Hope for the best, plan for the worse. This story will be told in the next weeks.