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26 Apr 2026

And I Love Him…

Basking in the residue of time spent with him“; my body and mind tell me what I resist admitting. I AM a romantic and I LOVE “LOVE “. He simply is the personification of it. Therefore, when I feel the need to not just show him, but to say this it takes all that is within me to take hold of myself and STOP. STOP before disaster strikes. STOP, before I turn over my soul, my very being to one who clearly does not care about me in a significant way.

This is “middle school“. There he is. You see him navigating down the crowded hall between classes trying to arrive at his destination on time. You must do the same, but you chance being late to catch that glimpse of him. WHY would you do that? WHY would you risk YOUR wellbeing for a brief look at one who doesn’t even see you or know you exist?

40 years later you are back where you started. You see you developed a pattern, way back when you were developing. When you were becoming who you were going to be, you interrupted that personal growth for someone else. It felt good, it felt nice to temporarily be distracted from your own reality to become emersed in what was oh-so-pleasant. Then it ended or did it…

Life plays tricks on us; what seems like and ending can often times be a pause, what seems like love is merely a game or an ego trip (that door swings both ways). We find ourselves in the middle of the turmoil and confusion charged with the job of translating. Translating can be quite daunting, especially when you do not speak the “language“. Ill-equipped we push forward anyway with results that are often, at best, random.

For some reason that boy from “middle school” has once again invaded your life. Circumstances and sad coincidence put the two of you in the same place. The memories, of what was versus what ACTUALLY was, have blurred lines. It seems different, he seems different (4 decades tend to bring about changes). However, no different than before YOU see what YOU want to see, what YOU need to see in order for this thing that IS happening again make sense. What will stop YOU, who will tap YOU on the shoulder? It will invariably be him and your subconscious; these two elements are quite familiar with one another. “They” recognized this disaster from the very start, and “they” recognize this same energy now. Therefore, all YOU have to do is select the “correct door”. The door that will lead to what YOU want and what is best for YOU. They should be the same. They are not and against your better judgement YOU do what YOU did before, your excuse/explanation is it will be right this time …and I love him.

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25 Apr 2026

Just Like The Rats?

Several years ago…ok a couple of decades ago I read a piece about how rats respond to their environment. I was quite surprised by the finding. I had always thought of the little creatures as filthy, diseased, vermin. They incited a feeling of disgust and avoidance. This study, however, was suggesting that these rodents are products of their environment. It suggested that if the environment were to be changed so would the behavior of these animals.

I live in a senior complex (55 years old and above permitted). I expected that there should be peace, serenity, comfort and cleanliness. Much to my surprise, there were shortcomings. Retirement in a small city has afforded me a bit of flexibility. Flexibility with my time at first was barely noticed, but now I find myself going through the motions as though I actually have a plan or schedule to keep. When I depart from that delusional behavior, I put myself in a state that gives me gratification in doing something productive. For example, I see areas of concern that affects all of the residents, I promptly report these shortcomings. As you might imagine this is often met with mixed reactions.

Enter the perceived “rat-like” behavior. 80 units is not a very large complex, my expectations are high, perhaps very high. Some of my neighbors, while appreciative of having such a place to live in, tend to disregard others who live here. Not a great deal of loud music, this is sort of surprising because as we age and our individual functions break down. What we have an abundance of is mindless littering, because there are more than one or two individuals residing in a controlled contained area. The overlapping fosters an environment where my dirt can and will overlap yours, even if I am inconsiderate of the fact I am not the only one who occupies the area. This is especially true of common areas. Spills on the floors, papers discarded by merely abandoning them wherever one decides to leave them, hand and fingermarks on walls, elevators, and glass doors; these infractions while unsightly not cause for extreme concern (except when have a former cleaning business owner that is a basic clean freak). The thing(s) that disturb and concern someone like me are matters of health and hygiene in addition to the aesthetic. Our cleaning crew is inadequate by my standards (one lone woman who has 3 levels to clean). She misses a lot. When I get in the elevators (which I try not to) and I see where someone who undoubtedly lives here has blown their nose and utilized the wall for a tissue I am both angered and disgusted. I think, ” They are vermin”. Truth is they are worse.

When then overcrowding happened with the rats there was filth, disease, and rampant discord (fighting, some so violent death occurred). Now perhaps this is an oversimplified, even extreme version of society examined from a tiny cross-section (my complex). Yet all one has to do is see the similar pattern. My complex is not overcrowded; it is mismanaged and understaffed. Few residents care; they are happy to be housed. It is sad that we as seniors feel lucky to have the minimum requirements for life. However, that does not excuse or exclude “us” from behavior that has NOTHING to do with our particular stage of life. I venture to say when these individuals were younger, the same nasty habits exhibited were a part of who they were then, and this is merely a continuation of bad habits acquired earlier in life. Once again, the rats are still better disciplined and or behaved than people. The rats are responding to environment and circumstance, that is very different from making conscious decisions or choices.

My simple solution would be simply move. I certainly have tried to organize to give my neighbors a sense of pride and responsibility. I actually have done some of the cleaning myself. Perhaps they think I am crazy and disregard my words as the ramblings of a mad woman trying to make them do work at this late stage of life, when all they want to do is sleep, eat, and rock on the porch. In that instance they are exactly like the rats, stuck with no place to go and this is their way of dealing with it.

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05 Apr 2026

For The Benefit of Your Company

I listen to the stories. I read articles about how difficult and distant we are with one another when it comes to dating. I honestly don’t believe that dating can be defined by most of the standards we, baby boomers grew up with. This is a precarious situation to be in because many of us are in the status that requires us to date. Note; if you are satisfied with your status, of course this does not apply to you. I hate that I feel the need to interact/include individuals that I am not necessarily addressing.

I will be general and basic. What do you want in dating? What do you hope to accomplish? Are you being honest with yourself and the possible companion? Dating used to be so easy when we were teens/young adults. Now we need background checks, medical records and credit reports. Again, depending on what you want.

I tell myself and others, “Whatever it is you are wanting there is someone who can fit or work for you”. Alterations may have to be made but ultimately as resourceful humans this is NOT an impossible task. However, I know more unhappy, unfulfilled, lonesome people than I care to. They are smart, financially stable, emotionally available, attractive or any combination of these characteristics. Men say women are users, women say men are children who want their way. Again general, basic, and oversimplified. Yet it does cover a good cross section of our “eligible daters” category.

We have a perceived sense of time and availability working against us. These are great hardships to overcome. However, say for the sake of argument, we get past those two factors smoothly sailing on our way to bliss and suddenly we find ourselves ” run aground and shipwrecked”! We ask, ” How did we end up here?” Afterall, we made a good choice, we screened this person very thoroughly… what was missed. I think we should start with truth. How honest were we? Honesty with the other individual. Honesty about expectations. Honesty with self. I believe without this basic taken care of, our relationships are built like a house of cards and ultimately, they WILL fail.

As I look back on my trek in the dating world, I realize my journey has taken quite a few twists and turns. I also realize that I had a great deal of self-discovery to uncover. I did not plan on being here, but I am here just the same. I navigated the best way I could, I did not mean to go down certain roads, but I found myself there anyway. Ideally, we should come to this table with a clean slate. Not saying that we have not had any experiences, but we have exorcized the demons of previous relationships, and we are willing to venture out with pure intentions. Yeah, I am a hopeless romantic

Truth is you can do everything right and still end up in the same place as an individual who does everything wrong, for all the wrong reasons. Now you ask yourself, why bother, what is the purpose? My answer is as follows: for intelligent conversations, for belly laughs, for the warmth of an embrace, for the sweetness of passionate kisses, in short for the benefit of your company.

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30 Mar 2026

Tuck Tail and Run

What was I thinking. I sat and listened to him go on and on about himself. I was fascinated because I did not believe he was real. I enjoy challenges but I had decided he was self-absorbed… that was until he told me he liked me. Now who was self-absorbed? We carried on for more than three years. As fabulous as I thought he was I had to admit /realize (once again…) I crave this kind of man.
There was NOTHING special about me. The only thing that would make me special to him would be if HE thought I was special… and merely saying it would not mean it was so.

Why didn’t I just wash my hands of him? I could see the signs of danger. I wanted to believe he cared about me. I wanted to think I could have that type “love” of such a man again. 

I talked to myself; I said” You may be special, but he has had special women on so many other levels. Women who were prettier, smarter, more educated, more accomplished, in better financial positions. Still, he was single and unattached. WTF would make me compare. I was not going to put any more into him than I already had. I tested fate on the regular… needed to be sure. I wanted to know what I needed to know but NOT get hurt. So, I moved closer and closer to the flame.

He was smart, he was cautious with me, but he read people and he knew women. He would only get so close, then he’d retreat in order to see if I would take the bait and follow. Instead, I would acknowledge the bait but not take it. I believed he would grow angry, get bored, or move on. He did none of those things. I realized he was calculating (and math is NOT my forte). Therefore, I entertained the idea he kept dealing with me because he cared or I was a challenge. I knew one thing, because I did care about him and admired his very being, I needed to be extra cautious. That “flame” was bright and hypnotic. It would burn me. Then I would have to live with the fact I already KNEW this could/would happen.

Why do we NOT realize/acknowledge the power an individual can have over us? Why do we succumb to the unknown? Is it arrogance, ignorance, or weakness. Yet I stand in this presence ready to proceed, when I know what I really should do is “tuck tail and run “.

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25 Nov 2025

I Wanna Be Where You Are

There it is in the title a short synopsis of belonging, but it is wide open and vague.

I recently joined a group I found to be exciting and befitting for me. I l immediately was drawn to it because of the name. The name suggested even more that this was a group I not only wanted to be a part of, I needed to be a part of. They exemplified “my tribe“. Therefore, I joined. There were a couple of things required of new members and I had what was needed… I submitted the info and I was accepted.

I smiled rather smugly because I felt accomplished and victorious. I scrolled around my group. I looked at photos read profiles and introductions. Then it happened. I came across an individual who did not meet with the standards I read. I did not acknowledge this individual but observed the responses of others. After all I was new, perhaps I had missed something. I refrained from contacting the administrators at first but did eventually pose the question, “Why is this person here?” However, it was more of a statement than a question because the group was majority against this individual’s presence than for it. Before I could get a reply, here comes another and another. Soon I am reading things like, “Why is this literally the only thing this group talks about?” I am not asking that question because it is predominately being asked by people who do not fit the criterion. I had another question.

Why do you want to be someplace or among individuals who do not want you there? That sounds harsh, it is not, it is factual. I thought of a number of scenarios where I felt I was going down the rabbit hole with discrimination screamed at me, but that was extreme. However, I still had to at the very least glance at it. What if I were at the helm and a case were brought before me? Could I really justify an injustice with the basic question…Why do you want to be where you are NOT wanted? However, this is NOT about justice itis about exclusivity and the right to exclusivity has oftentimes been used or misused for the sake of injustice.

In our instant gratification society, we really do not have time to read and thoroughly examine what we think we are getting into. Many of us skim and scan through contracts, articles, stories. We grab a hold of what gets OUR attention, call it the main idea and we are “off to the races”. The trouble/danger in this practice is what if we miss something and what do we do when/if this occurs?

My group caught my attention with one word… A word I have heard all of my life. I took it and RAN! The word TALL. All I needed to see was that word, all I needed to do was skim and scan because at 5’10” I KNEW I fit the bill. Nearly every important, significant, phenomenal female friend/relative was/is shorter than I am. This did not bother me in an overt sense. When I did take a closer look as I suspected, I was right. The snobbery and arrogance took over. Is that shocking? The abused oftentimes become the abusers. Plus being a TALL as a woman is viewed quite differently than it is being a TALL as a man. Stature scrutiny versus stature status.

Now I am looking at posts deciding which ones I would or would not respond to and this WAS based on what I determined to be what the rules were AND how I interpreted what I read. Before I wanted to publicly address this, I wanted to have facts, information, and YES ammunition. If I am honest, I wanted the criteria to keep our group exclusive. I wanted to enjoy us without being inundated with folks that aren’t a part of our tribe. Yet the very thing that kept me from posting comments without research was the same thing that made me reexamine what I saw/interpreted/read. The founder put verbiage in the group that states what the standards for height and admission is, but the caveat is “all are welcome“.

Therefore, one must ask oneself; do you want to be a part of a group you thought was exclusive, had positives, things you were looking for, or do you want to exit it, as you would have had the ones YOU thought did not belong should. If I had my way, prior to closely reading what was being expressed by the group’s founder, many who are near and dear to my heart could not attend functions that my group might be hosting. Was that really what I wanted? The group founder says, “all are welcome”… I’m still here.

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25 Nov 2025

A Bitter Black Babe?

“What’s her problem”, you might ask. What does she look like? It cannot be all that bad. However, what if it is? How many rejections and disappointments must one endure? How many of these same things does it take to equal bitter? Will the answers to these questions explain what truly has occurred? Who gets to say what is and is not bitter?

Dating is exhausting. There are no fast tracks to “the one“. Honesty is an accessory which is in high demand, in spite of it being costly. Couple that with, it may be providing you with a false positive. This means; just because you are given a bit of truth, does NOT mean you are NOT dealing with a liar. Then we delve into what constitutes a liar and/or a lie. See why dating is exhausting. We must present and sell ourselves in a fashion that should lead to connecting with a companion who is “like-minded’ … a good match. Still, we find ourselves captured in the “storm of confusion”.

One needs to take periodic breaks; you need to step back and re-evaluate your decisions and situations. Cliches have to be looked at as advice to seriously consider. “You get what you give, garbage in garbage out“, all the while trying to explain, justify, understand how these things pertain to you. It is both sobering and numbing. As we spend our valuable time figuring out things, we look up and realize how much time has been wasted. For in the end many of us end up back at square one. Older= yes, wiser= possibly, bitter=chances are…

One has to ask how do, smart, accomplished, educated, talented, beautiful, kind, caring women end up competing for “Ned the wino” or worse? Make no mistake “Ned” is fully aware he is in demand too. One can keep fighting, hoping, wishing, praying, dreaming of the elusive one. One can come to terms with the one may have passed her by or there simply is not one that fits the criteria she set up. All of these scenarios do bring you back to the bitter black babe. Is there justification for the phenomenon, sure but that does not make it any easier to accept. Whether one is the recipient or the provider, the “sting” is very real.

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03 Aug 2025

It’s Kinda Funny

This was not my choice. I was thrown into this pool by “life”. What I have found of life is that it IS random and unpredictable. Thus, my presence here and I will add…”It’s Kinda Funny“.

I have been writing at this blog for a little over 15 years now. By this time, I thought I would have many more followers. I thought I had something relevant and important to say, at least to the people that fall into the category I believe I address, my contemporaries. They were/are who I was concerned with addressing. Who was I trying to fool. These people I was/am addressing are busy being about the life I am merely talking about. While my blogs take a serious point-based turns, sometimes they are not thought provoking and sometimes they are funny. I only mean for them to be pertinent to those who find themselves reading them.

I was scrolling about on the internet and a reel came up from one of my favorite comedians…Sinbad. I have seen Sinbad in person, watched him on television and in movies. I love this guy and his style. He is a fabulous storyteller with the uncanny ability to make one look at themselves and recognize the humor in our very own existence. I decided that after months of NOT writing I would try my hand at this comedic method to tell a part of my story. My current position in the “dating world”. Sit back and/or hold onto your hats folks, for this is a visit to a place called “me”.

There are undoubtedly an entry of two about my life in the dating world on my blog/this blog. Therefore, I do not feel like starting at the beginning is necessary. If I need to revisit the beginning later, I shall but for now let’s start with where I am currently. Here I am, still single still wanting to have fun, still wanting to find a man who “gets” me and likes me anyway. I am NOT consciously looking for the fairy tale anymore but a step up from Armageddon would be nice.

65 and 66 is closing in on me rapidly. Many of my contemporaries are still married or “boo-ed up”. Happily, or not, I am sure when things are bad/challenging/questionable they find solace in saying to themselves or out loud…”well at least I am not alone like yours truly“. The dating apps are a Petry dish for scams and assorted other unpleasant things. The other options are limited, especially if your do not live in or very near a big city. No more than we could return to a rotary dial telephone, we are stuck with/fortunate to have the technology. To date I have NOT been scammed nor has anything really damaging happened to me. I would love to say I am just too smart for that to happen… I think in spite of my tempting fate I have just been lucky.

As a writer and a student of human behavior I visit areas (on the sites) that I know the undesirables dwell in. Meaning simply guys I should not talk to (offshore workers, Nigerian entrepreneurs, etc.) However, they do not limit themselves to places where the upstanding honest folks think they should be. They test and invade the places that we would never suspect, hoping to catch a fledgling or someone with their guard down. One might ask, ” Okay so when does this get funny?” This particular entry is an introduction to the path I have decided to give a guided tour of. Your tour guide is slightly more than a trainee. We all know that trainees are prone to error. We also know that barring the inside info the “company has provided them with, a reasonably intelligent adult could probably manage their very job excluding some jargon and trade secrets. At least we tell ourselves this.

Upon approach, the apps look remarkably the same as they did when I visited them some years ago (5 and a half to be exact). Slight changes are what my untrained eye can see. There are noticeably more to choose from, and the fee-paying member is more likely to be on these sites now. I still resist; I still say the site has meager choices for non-paying folks, why would I believe paying will make it better. You see I think it is all in the algorithm. I challenge myself to challenge it/them. This is where it starts to get funny… I am NOT a numbers person. Mathematical theorems and such are NOT my strong suit. Why would I think I could get around a number-based application? Enter, arrogance.

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28 Jun 2024

Good Morning Mourning Heart Ache

And the title says it all. I will mourn for all the days I remain on this Earth for my son, Jay. Jay was one of the sources of my joy. Any of my readers who have children understand and know this to be true, because they have children. I will not try to address every tiny little detail of what it is to be a parent, let alone what it is to be a parent of a child who is no longer here with you. I want to tell you about my morning mourning.

It came in quite unexpected; it is never welcome but it a part of the experience I must and will feel. As I process through life, as I make ready for an impending relocation… I pack. I have relocated many times. While I do not enjoy the process there are many upsides to this venture/adventure. Plus, when you move several times, you learn tricks to make the process “easier”.

I am convinced this will be a well-prepared jaunt to my next space, but as I said, ” I pack”. As I do this prepared pack(ing), it is serving multi-purposes. I have a chance to clean, rearrange, discard, reminisce for moments. Sometimes you do get sidetracked, but all-in-all the sidetrack is a break from the job that MUST be done.

I have a place that I decided would be helpful, after we lost Jay. I did not dedicate an entire room (I could have easily done this), but I found a lovely Lane Cedar Chest, what once was called a “hope chest“. I felt a “hope chest” was an appropriate place to store some of my Jay’s things. This chest would be giving me easy access to the place where I can have things that make me feel those moments again. Plus giving the extra… a “special effects” type experience. Also, the mere utterance of the name hope, sometimes is what I need to give me some, yes HOPE. I was going to pack the office; I was passively entertaining the idea that the office may not even BE at my next spot. I looked at the chest and I started taking down some things; Jay’s diploma from Oglethorpe, a sketch my sister-friend drew for me of a cardinal, “Black Panther” ornaments (Jay was so excited about that movie but did not live to see it). I half smile as I think he and Chadwick Bosman probably have great philosophical conversations. I opened the chest, and my breathing became labored… I knew it was coming. The tears began to form and roll down my cheeks, my hands covered my face as though there was someone watching. I was paralyzed in that space, yet I needed to escape it. I walked out of the office in a “zombielike” trance and still covering my face that now was masking the sound too. I was blindly searching for a wall, so I could be held upright because my knees were weak, my heart was racing, my mind was spiraling… I was back at Grady Hospital January 14, 2018 hearing those doctors gently telling us Jay was gone. I without thinking simultaneously reached out my arms for his father and the love of his life, because I saw them both collapsing, and I only thought to lessen their falls.

As I was taken back there, I realized I was falling in that moment too, but there was no one to catch me. I did what I had/have always done, I took care of people. Family, friends, even strangers…. in that horrible moment there was no one for me because I assigned myself the position of rock. Today I realized I needed a rock and here I was in that place once again… this time there was no one else to be held up, but there was no one to hold me up either. This morning in my mourning, I came face to face again with the thought, “It will always be with you for the LOVE will always be with you….. Billie Holiday’s song sung by Diana Ross in Lady Sings The Blues came to my mind…“ Good Mornin Heart Ache” I had to write this, and the title seemed proper.

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02 Jun 2024
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And I’m OUT…again

Wanna talk about frustration. Dating at our age is NOT fun. This writing seems very familiar. Is it because I have addressed it before? Is it that I have written the statement so many times? Is it that I have said the words so often? Is it the fact I live it every day and basically HATE being thrusted into this status without any consideration of my feelings or preferences? The last statement/question may seem odd to my readers but for the cross-section of them that fall into my category there is full understanding. I will try to explain to and enlighten the others.

Now in the past my approach has been to be open and (wait for it) HONEST in my profile. I felt it was the best way to go and I still do. What I have been encountering of late is a “boatload of free spirited, alternative lifestyle practicing” creatures. Most of whom fail to point these things out before they approach you. I am conservative when it comes to dating and my personal preferences. If you are into non-traditional things, “more power to you”. I am simply not a good match for you. In my mind “no harm/no foul”. However, I guess these same individuals like to think of themselves as experts in human behavior or they figure they can possibly bring folks into their way of thinking. By NOT disclosing what their true intentions are, they are simply LIARS.I have no time/place for LIARs in my life. Plus, one should NOT have to be deceitful about who they truly are. Unless they feel like who they really are is not acceptable or they are ashamed of themselves.

Honestly no one can really make you be something you are not or explore things you aren’t curious about already. This most recent event just made me aware of how exhausting the process is and that it may be a good time to take a hiatus from the whole-darn-thing for a while. As the holidays approach it is hectic enough. Most do not want to start a new relationship of any sort during this time period. Too much pressure as far as doing the right thing with gift-giving and how best to spend time together during these special times while one is trying to figure out where this person fits into your life/IF they in fact fit into your life. All of these factors point towards, BREAKTIME for me!

My most recent encounter left me dumbfounded. I happily concluded that all we could have ever hoped to be friends, because of these vast differences. It seemed as though this guy was accepting of a simple friendship. Soon after our friendship was established it took on a dark strange twist. Before I deleted and blocked him, I had to tell him that he should re-examine what his definition of “friend” was/is, as well as he may want to update some items on his profile.

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15 May 2024

For Your Own Good

I recall hearing this as a precursor to my getting into some kind of trouble. Oftentimes, being forewarned about “trouble” is not always welcomed. This is especially true when one does not believe there really is trouble or danger. Perspectives can and will govern reaction(s).

Once again I dove in feet first. I actually had the nerve to be surprised at the outcome. Okay I am not really surprised but I think it makes me feel better saying I don’t understand how… The universe tried to throw obstacles in my path, I skillfully went around them. This WAS going to be my way! However, very soon after my arrival I could see this going south. It was pleasing though, all the way to the departure. I did have to admit I got to this place in order to find some resolution. I told myself no matter the outcome, I would have my answer and I would accept it. As I revisit the time we spent together; I do not allow myself to feel sad. I am, most definitely disappointed. His very words.

This “relationship” kept me on edge. I made exceptions and concessions that I would not accept under normal circumstances. I was distracted by the superficial, so maybe this is where For Your Own Good does come into play. Had we continued, how destructive might this have been? I busied myself with being dismissive of us, all the while awaiting the contact. Now he is gone, now I have the consolation that he came to me with his heart on his sleeve and a damaged ego. Unless he reads this, he will NEVER get those same things from me. Things I consciously did not want to happen, did in fact happen. How tempted I am to relieve him of this burden, but something in me keeps me from putting myself in the spot that he occupies. I wonder does he think/ know/care that I may eventually fold, and it is likely sooner than later? Again, under normal circumstances I would have already given him the tools to break my heart. Yet the little voice can be heard in the distance warning me of the danger… so far, I am listening to that faint whisper as it tells me of the close call, how I dodged the bullet, and yes, the break was in fact For My Own Good.

The experience of being in a head on collision made me a different type of being. Initially I was nervous and on edge, but as time moved on (as it invariably does) I settled into yet another alteration of my being. The surprise factor took on a new ” look”. I am NOT telling you I cannot be surprised; I tell you I no longer anticipate surprises with innocent joy and excitement. For I know one can be surprised and taken off guard or aback for unpleasant things too.

I ask myself what IS HIS STORY/HIS TRUTH and what IS the ACTUAL truth? Does he care about me? Is it timing and circumstance that keeps us apart or am I being lit up by a “gas lighter supreme“? I certainly do not have any idea. I am however convinced the universe knows and it is keeping me in the dark…perhaps for my own good.

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