Say What You Mean To Say

What would I say to you if I could say anything to you today, with no consequences, with no reprisals, with no regrets or worries? It depends on who you are…

You? You are my best friend. I love you and wouldn’t be the man I am today without your friendship. We’ve been through a bit; we’ll go through a bit more. I always know I can count on you. More than anything, I am proud of you and proud to call you friend.

You? You are the best parents a person could ever hope for. The other part of who I am today? You’re responsible for that. I love you both immensely. I am so scared to lose you. Mortality faces us all I know. I hope I get married in time for you to enjoy it. Mostly, I just hope you know how much I love you and how wonderful you have been, all the years of my life.

You? Yeah, we’re still friends. You pissed me off. Give me time. You are a good person. We’re far too much alike, thus we understand each other. Be cool and be patient, and please don’t punch me for saying that.

You? You blew it. I’m not sweating it – really. But the answer is no, so don’t ever bother asking. You had your chance, and, in classic hockey-chant style, “YOU FUCKED UH-UP!”

You? There isn’t much to say, is there? Wes? Really? After all this time? You better than to start that with Cory I suppose… but damn. Four years is a long time to go through with people then completely disappear. Then again, five years is a long time to wait to reappear.

You? Here’s looking at you, kid.

You? You’re my freakin’ roommate, dude. You play WoW way too much sometimes. But I love you. I think you are going to be a great whatever the fuck you decide you’re gonna be. And I hope you remember me when it is time to write books. For now, let’s watch some Bebop.

You? Dude, Murphys. I am glad we’ve got that connection. You make work much more fun than it should be. I know this sucks; it ain’t no Cali. But come on – hopefully I make Indy a little more fun. Seriously though – thanks for being a great mentor. You’re self-made and I look up to you, and appreciate your advice.

You? Ah, yes, you. You are on my mind, more and more lately. This is such a strange time period for you, for us. I like you, a lot. I wonder how you feel about me. I am starting to feel like there is something to lose here, and that scares me. I’d miss you, and that scares me. There is so much more to learn about you. I want to take the next step, but I’m not sure what that is. I wonder if you want the same thing. Let’s see where it take us.

You? Who the hell are you? Get off my blog!

Lump Sat Alone In A Boggy Marsh...

... Totally motionless except for her heart!

Interesting things abound.

Balancing Act

Waiting. It's a balancing act, measuring your desire versus your needs, desire versus time.

Time is on my side? Yes it is?

Maybe.

I'm happy. But want a little more?

I like it. I like where it is going. Just eager to see the next step, to round the next corner.

It's comfortable, though.