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Recently, a friend of mine and I, just had lunch, and afterword, I walked away with a sad view of the state of things. If anything, I couldn't believe how messed up things were; I couldn't believe, that so many things could blow up, fall through, be misread, et cetera. The age we live in, lacks so much horse sense, I seriously keep coming back to the idea of living in a little hamlet in the sticks, to gain peace and sanity, upon the completion of my education. Then again, I better check what kind of internet connections they have, before deciding on the matter.
Let's start with something easy, "Misread Signals." The Friend I just had lunch, separated from a friend he had a complicated relationship with. He originally had one of these "No Strings Attached" relationships (NSA), with her. But about Six or so months back, he told her that he Loved her. In hindsight, he realized that the girl was very, very bad at reading subtexts in situations (she mistook an offer of sharing some Wonka "Nerds" candy, as an insult, calling her a "Nerd." He was just offering some candy to share.). She told him she wasn't ready for "love," but she didn't really realize, that he was saying "I'm done with this NSA stuff, I want a serious relationship with you." And things degraded over the next six months, with the awkward arrangement continuing, until an incident happened, and she used it as a parting of the ways, even though what he did, was not anywhere meriting a comparison to the Two to Three Years of Psychological Abuse, she was put through, by her last "boyfriend." She wasn't innocent in the situation either, but in retrospect, my friend said that "...It was just one in a long line of abuse she's faced in her life, ranging from unethical doctors and treatments, to poor treatment by pious folk, to physical violation, to psychological violation by boyfriends and parents. She's embittered from her experiences, and she has every right to decide how to handle it, in spite of the fact that she's more than able to change the paradigm and rise above it all, she still continues to wallow in it." He gave her the most understanding face he could, when she stated that "It would take a long time for her to build trust in him again," and that she wanted to explore more, try and lure one of two guys she liked in her physics classes at their community college, make female friends, et cetera. However, he realizes that he was more of a doormat to lay her problems on, in the whole relationship. He gave her support, usable tools of advice, and the proverbial and literal "shoulder to cry on," all with civility, calm, and stregnth. He rarely, if ever, put sever personal burdens at her feet, but at the end of the day, he was a doormat. He doesn't want anything to do with her anymore, not because of guilt, but because he doesn't want to be on egg shells, being brought down, or any other mess, associated with her. He's now free to "...be as political, faithful, civil, uncivil, blunt, high-brow, and most of all, his true and horse-sense, common-sense self, as he wants to be!" At one point, a week or so ago, he was at an early Halloween Dance. He was hoping that she would be there, and somehow, they would make up. She didn't show. He hoped for something, in the vein of... Give a hand, for the music Eddie Money:
That didn't happen, and worse over, the DJ didn't play "Thriller." He played plenty of Michael Jackson, but NO "Thriller!" What kind of Halloween Dance (since the 1980's), doesn't have "Thriller" played during the course of the event? He had plenty of Michael Jackson, a bit of Bruno Mars, Eurythmics, even some "R.E.S.P.E.C.T." from Aretha, but NO "Thriller"? What kind of DJ is he? Especially since he, according to my friend, had played it in past dances! He snapped himself back into a re-assertive self, and brushed off the dashed hopes, then went to Denny's, dressed as a Greaser- none-the-less!
Back to the main topic though, applauding the surface, I'm more than delighted in the fact that he told her what she wanted to hear, to rest her conscience, then does an about-face, and has now cut her entirely from everything. He doesn't even say "hello" in passing. He's dropped her like a stone, and what does it feel like to him...? Ladies and Gentlemen, the incomparable, the soulful, the powerful... Adele:
My friend also said that "...He's with me, not voting for any of the Presidential Candidates, rather focusing up to Congerss. He also told me that he wouldn't be voting for either of the gubernatorial candidates either." Both are in favor of "Bus Rapid Transit," instead of a North-South Rail Line, paralleling 4/5th's of King County's "I-405," and instead, the King County Council, and their Mercedes-Benz driving, Eco-Fascist Hypocrites, backed by "Big Tech," is making essentially a "Heroine Highway" trail system from Milton, Washington, all the way to Mount Vernon, while Transportation, Social, and Economical policies, favor "Big Tech," and we the common man, have no seats at the Sound Transit Table, and Sound Transit is becoming more and more a "Rich Man's Toy." Now we're being asked to pay for the Rich Man's new "Train Set," that will take a Quarter Century to Build, and Go NOWHERE useful, while the common man, gets "Bus Rapid Transit," the Heroin Problem gets worse, the Homeless Issue is about to go Critical Mass, Race Relations are Souring and they're all just twiddling their thumbs, with their heads in the sands of their Private Beaches around the more affluenzic shores of Lake Washington! Ladies and Gentlemen, give it up for Barry McGuire:
My Advice, to my Friends, vote by conscience, vote up to Congress, to make true change, to beans with the Presidential Election- The Electoral College will do as it will, unless you're Kevin Costner, screw the Gubernatorial Candidates in Washington State, vote NO on Prop. 1/Sound Transit's ST3 budget, Vote Yes on 1464- to find out who's really paying for Political Ads, and pray for a miracle on November 8th!
In closing, that was a good lunch between me and my friend. We saw eye-to-eye on a lot, and thank goodness for it. We later saw and joined a flash-mob dance party, jamming to some sweet tunes. I close this musical with some Up-Beat fun. And now, put your hands together, for Mark Ronson, and Bruno Mars!:
That's my Soap Box for the week. Thanks for Reading.
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Fin
(~Fictus~)
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