Ok, so the analogy that my pal uses to define “new behavior” goes like this;
It’s like putting on that new pair of slippers. The ones that kind of squish up your toes at first, feel tight and stiff. We’d much rather put on that old ratty pair. You know, the; “trailer slippers” we’ve worn for a decade, used to be pink, wait no. Blue. Well grey-ish blue. The kind that no longer really protect our feet. Yet, slip them on, we do. Like new, healthy behaviour. Strange at first. Uncomfortable at best. Not the first that we choose out of our closest closet.
Well today I took a new pair out for a spin.
Was kind of bumpy at first, but felt smoother as I walked along. Not that shiny white sole after a few trips to and fro.
Which really just was a matter of moments. In slipper time, that is.
But I did it. New behavior.
Good for me.

Hey kids!
I just had the most pleasant evening. I invited a friend, (most aprehensively, I might add) to join me at an A.A. meeting. She agreed to go, despite her busy schedule. I’m always nervous about how people will react to their first meeting. I know how I reacted…back in 1990. It was quite a negative take that I had on the whole hour long affair. She seemed to be paying attention. But, this one is polite to a fault, you know. She could have been dreaming of her girl, Rachael, or perhaps wondering what time the damn thing ended. That’s the difficulty in mind reading. It’s best if I just don’t bother, eh? Anyway, we walked to and from the clubhouse and it was indeed a lovely evening for a stroll and a chat. We talked about different things. Comfortable, she is. Way too kind to be hangin’ with the likes of me. Perhaps my role in her life is to toughen her up. Teach her how to swing back. Be an asshole for once. Ok. Maybe not. Perhaps it’s the other way around. Maybe she’s here to teach me how to be kinder, gentler. God, I hope not. I’m too cute to be nice…

What a funny letter. A letter that confuses 90% of the dumasses on Matchdotcom…
This is going to be simply an observation, ok?
Can anyone tell me why the following occurs…?
A Cadillac. Seville, or something just as gas-guzzling. Ok. If you’re going to put a bumper sticker on your $50,000 car, (which is in itself, crazy, in my opinion.) complete with all the sticky-nasty glue that is indelibly left upon said bumper, why the Hell wouldn’t you put it on straight? I mean, for god’s sake, people. Case in point;
A huge-ass, white machine is cruisin’ up 95N and lo and behold I notice the “W 04” dual bumper stickers. Yup. Not one, but two! Ok, so if I’m that hell-bent on my “cause,” the least I would do is put the fucking placards on straight! What a joke. I had to laugh… Leave it to the “W” fans, eh?

You know, I’m an ass. This isn’t a new revelation, just one that saddens me on this day. I’m a selfish, self-centered, egotistical, hedonistic ass. I’ve a million things to do…Laundry, cleaning the car, sending emails to those who’ve taken the time to email me, cricket fetching for the spider, dishes, general cleaning-out of miscellaneous papers and such, work commitees to conform to, teeth to brush, two suitcases in the living room to unpack, snail mail to respond to, and, of course, Hilly-yard to figure out. We had the day semi-planned. Me. Her. Together. But I guess she grew tired of laying on the sofa listening to me recite my day’s agenda…laundry, to start. She left. Off to the beach. Not to be held back by the immobility of my stacked mini-washer/dryer. Farewell, I says.
But I should have stopped her, no? Should have done the “upright and noble” thing and succumbed to her pleas. But, as I said before, I’m an ass. I just can’t get this giving thing that must occur in symbiotic relationships. I see people daily that impress the living shit outta me with their benevolance. Yet still, I’m an ass. My friend, (the Rachael Ray lover) makes me shake my head in amazement every single day that I know her. She is a walking icon of all that is right with this screwed-up planet. But still, I can’t get outside my miserable self long enough to act as if I’m worthy of her friendship. I’ll do what I do. Protect her from any perceived threats, foreign and local. Offer up my insufficient lame-ass services when she needs them. But, Geezuz, It’s getting so damn tiring to witness the piss that Gee O Dee spews upon the folks who deserve it least. Screw him. I’m an ass, yes. But so is he.

Hi there.