<!-- /* Font Definitions */@font-face{font-family:Cambria;panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4;mso-font-charset:0;mso-generic-font-family:auto;mso-font-pitch:variable;mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;} /* Style Definitions */p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal{mso-style-parent:"";margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination:widow-orphan;font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast;mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;}@page Section1{size:8.5in 11.0in;margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;mso-header-margin:.5in;mso-footer-margin:.5in;mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1{page:Section1;}-->I really try not to write about how I feel these days. It has become increasingly painful to read the words that manifest themselves upon my screen. This is why the majority of things I've written in the last year have found their way to the landfill. If the hobos off Riverside Drive have been driven to fits of laughter and crying episodes lately, you'll know why. Either way, it won't last. I bought a shredder.
Writing about a subject is challenging and fun; writing about your personal life is a recipe for disaster. For as much as it is extremely incriminating for yourself and those around you, you are setting yourself up for a self-fulfilling prophecy. A person who is charged with the task of writing how unfortunate their love life is shall always achieve their goal. Taking a break from relationships is a healthy thing for some people. Writing about your dissatisfaction over it is probably self-destructive.
There's one other reason you don't write about your sad lot in life. Other people take pride in your misfortunes-it makes them feel better about their own mediocrity. The Germans call this “schadenfreude”. The Germans have another phrase, “Diese leute sind arschlöcher”. Look that one up.
So what am I going to do? NOTHING, DAMMIT! This town sucks for singles, but I'm staying! No-one and no-thing is going to force me out of my comfortable rut. Furthermore, I refuse to kowtow to Cowtown. I haven't gotten where I am by being what most folks deem as “normal” and I don't intend to start anytime soon. I think I'd be better off by just being myself, or better yet, to just “be”.
This is a very risky proposition but I'm willing to roll the dice. If it takes me being put on a “No Fly” list or simply banned from the bar at Colonial Country Club, I'm game. It's time to get weird and it only takes one special person to share in that weirdness.
One thing is for sure; she is not at Central Market. Then again, when I'm there, I'm usually in a hypoglycemic-induced rage and I'm probably wearing wind pants. I'm too hungry to flirt. Hello, “Sara”, could you please get the hell out of my way before I take a bite out of you? Thanks.
Therefore it's time for me to stop the pity party. I've decided to take this in a different direction. Yoga, drunken artwork, local music, whatever gets me out of the house. It's a New Year-Let the Good Times Roll!
