Grrr…..

Grumble grumble…

GRRRR!!!!

GRUMBLE!!!

That’s it, I’ve had it!

Me too but after all this effort it’s stupid to just give it up.

On that we can agree. Let’s go.

Grrr…..

Grumble grumble…

GRRR…did I do it?…RRRRRRRRRRRR!!!

GRUM…not even a wet spot..BLE!!!

Phew, It must take a real man to cry.

A real tough hombre.

It’s a darn shame.

An irritating truth.

Why don’t we take a break and practice admitting our flaws?

It’s going to be tough, I can’t think of any.

Looking back now, I firmly believe  this state is not conducive to any endeavor.

Sadly, I knew what I was getting into.

Really?

Yeah,I had already learned this lesson. I took a chance, got overconfident and lost.

I can’t imagine being like this all the time.

Hungover?

No, helpless.

It sure is a strange way to appreciate how good you have it most of the time.

It’s funny how easily we forget.

That reminds me, thanks for sticking around.

Anytime. By the way I call dibs on the waste bucket.

That’s my hat.

Good to know.

It’s taken me a long time to understand this type of art.

I don’t think we’re supposed to find meaning but perhaps connect to it in a personal level.

I agree but you have to take into account what the artist is trying to do.

There’s no statement or bio, I think we need to take a stab in the dark on our own.

Man’s struggle with the fast paced nature of communication and the growing isolation in modern society.

Or… the emptiness of thought overcoming process and form.

Or… he just likes to paint this way.

Or… he paints this way to rebel against his more objective and traditional style.

Could be any of that.

What do you think?

I like it. Reminds me of a dream I had.

I see a man on a tree.

We’ll probably forget this piece given time.

I’m still glad we came.

It’s funny how gravity really grounds you both physically and emotionally.

This is freaking me out.

If it weren’t for gravity this whole world would just not work at all. It sets the rules that everything revolves around. And the rules give us the normalcy that can be so very comforting.

I can’t really steer myself here. First chance I have I’m getting out.

It’s interesting this weather we’ve been having. We feel better because the winter we’ve grown accustomed to is finally showing signs of being over.

I was about to say this would really suck if the water was freezing.

And yet because it got warmer we ended up here.

I may get be getting the hang of this.

The hang of the weather or the hang of drifting and not being able to hang on to anything at all?

Both probably. But I’m still going to try to get out as soon as I get a chance.

What did she say the network was?

Just a second, I just did this.

Was it cafnet, hubba, linkey…

Um hum… Oh! Who’s that?

Wait, what did I just do? There it is.

What?

There it is. I am connected.

I totally don’t know this person.

Aw, but it’s so slow.

LOL? What type of hint is that?

So sloooowwwww….

Who is that? I totally don’t know this person.

Oh wait, wrong plug in.

What?

No dude, I’m cool now. Just got to change these settings here…

Yep, I totally don’t know this person. Unfriend.

Seriously, what?

That’s how I roll Mr. LOL.

Hmm… Some dude in the network just unfriended me.

Isn’t pride supposed to be a sin in the Christian church?

I think so.

Then I don’t get pride. Everyone says you have to be proud to be this, proud to be that, or feel proud to have done that.

Don’t forget, in some cultures the worst of insults is to have someone diminish you. In other words insult your pride.

Yeah I think I know what you’re talking about. I think it’s called “loosing face”.

So, what’s your take?

I don’t know. I sort of feel proud to have done things even if they don’t succeed and therefore are nothing to really be proud off.

I’ve succeeded at things I am not really proud of myself.

Like I said I don’t get pride.

Maybe realizing so is something to be… I mean, good enough.

You almost said it.

I know.  I’m not proud of my reflex for puns.

Shake it!

Oh yeah, thats what I’m talking about!

Shake it like a polaroid picture!

Like a whata-what?

A polaroid picture. You know…

Ahh… nope. But keep on grooving.

Those old picture cameras? A little printout would come out and you had to shake it for the image.

Is that some kind of video game?

No, that’s how it worked.

How many mega pixels?

Sigh. Just keep on grooving girl.

Darn tooting.

What is the meaning of this?

Why don’t you tell me.

Well if it wasn’t you? Who was it?

Some joker with no consideration of anybody else.

Seriously. What did he expect would happen? Disappear into the ether?

The nerve. The ignorance. The indignation. Paralyzing anger.  Lurking, strengthening.

Only one thing left to do.

I am the cool spring breeze blowing over the recently uncovered meadow.

That’s it,  you got the right idea.

Where’s the nearest  garbage can?

Just around the corner. I’ll show you.

Cycle be broken.

Hey man long time no see.

What’s it been?  A year? Two years?

I think Three. What have you been up to?

Same thing, working hard, hardly working. How about yourself?

I just had my long lost girlfriend call me up out of the blue to ask me about  an old piece of jewelry.  Except it wasn’t just jewelry, it was a one of a kind celtic relic. Some thugs explained that to me as I was being pinned face down on the floor. Luckily I had pawned something that looked like it the day  before so they needed my help and eventually a second group of thugs rescued me from their speeding van. The rest of the day we ran around looking for the thing, strong arming one pawn shop owner after another and then I meet up with the most gorgeous woman I have ever met, who also happens to know how to clog a pistol with a throwing star from 12 feet away. Honestly, that’s a skill that did not seem handy until that day. Turns out, she thought I looked like her old boyfriend from the telescopic scope of her riffle but she was really looking for the guy who lived across the hall from me. So in fact the jewelry I was thinking of was not the one she was looking for so she got angry and left. How was I supposed to know? She kind of sounded like my girlfriend on the phone and she was very vague and non descriptive when talking about the darn thing.

So you haven’t heard from Adriana since the last time I saw you?

Nope. I have no idea what’s become of her.

Really. She’s on facebook you know? Soon as I get to the computer I’ll send you the info.

Dude that would be rad! Let me give you my email?

Neat.

Boy, It is tough out there.

I heard that. Some days is just hard to even get out of bed.

What can you do? Life is just hard sometimes.

Um hum, at least it’s not personal.

True, true. Strictly business.

I’m thinking about planting flowers this year. Perennials.

You think they’ll take?

I don’t know. It’s worth a shot.

Damn right it is.

The coffee is warm.

The room is mostly empty.

No one is speaking.

Outside, the world  slugs along to seek the future.

And just as you begin to understand it, the moment is gone and a new one arrives.

The coffee is warm.

Cream no sugar.

We can try to deny it but it wouldn’t make a difference.

Nope.

Did you get one?

No, I did not. How about you?

I rather not talk about it.

Well, who’s is this?

If it’s not mine, I don’t want to know?

This is ridiculous! Why don’t we just walk away?

We are too good to be manipulated by such petty things.

Darn right girlfriend let’s book it.

You first.

No you first.

Don’t look now but I think we’re being filmed by local news people.

What? Why?

I don’t know they are pointing their cameras this way.

It’s probably a special interest piece on obesity or some other thing.

I don’t appreciate having my ass filmed for TV.

Bastards! They can hide our identity but not our pride.

What’s the plan boss?

Total frontal in 5, 4, 3…

Wait I don’t think they’re filming!

That was a close one.

Your move.

Getting Anxious?

Anxious to beat you.

Hah, You talk big but you don’t have the guts to bring down the thunder.

Try me, how are we doing on that move?

You know I just don’t see how this is the game of kings.

Loosing your queen, knight, bishops and rooks will do that.

Alas Rome has fallen.

So we’re really going to do this?

Darn right.

Who’s going first?

Does it matter? We’re both ready.

Okay then you go.

It’s already done. I’m already there.

No you’re not. You’re right here.

Mentally I’m there.

Really? How is it?

Not as I expected.

So where is she?

She’s coming. Are you ready?

Guess so. What am I supposed to do again?

You’re my wingman.

Yeah… Im not sure what that means.

You take care of me.

How?

Praise me, make me sound interesting. We want her to like me.

What if she’s turns out to be really annoying?

Then fake a stroke.

I love your lashes.

Thank you. I find it that it makes my eyes look more sexy.

What does your boyfriend think?

Boyfriends, it’s plural.

Okay, what do they think?

They don’t know.

They don’t know what to think?

They don’t know they’re my boyfriends.

Do you have your New Year’s Resolution?

You going to eat that entire sandwich?

Ah… yeah.

Well I resolved to share more this year.

You’re not getting my sandwich.

I see…

I resolved to be more honest with others.

Thank you for that. On that note I too would like to come clean and re-emphasize my interest in a bit of your sandwich.

Interest noted.

Happy Holidays.

You know, this is not Jesus’ birthday.

Yeah I know. The Church changed the date a long time ago to coincide with a pagan winter festival or some thing. It is funny how everyone agrees to celebrating on this day.

Everyone?

Protestants, Christians, Atheists…

Brings us back to my original point. It’s not his birthday.

I don’t think it has to. We’ve come to need this type of thing as part of our society. Costume day in October, get together and eat Turkey in November, give presents in December, etcetera, etcetera.

I see your point. We need to do things as a ‘pack’ to strengthen a correlation regardless of what the event is. Too bad is not his birthday though.

Happy Holidays to you too.

Do you think someone can be cruel on purpose?

Sure, Particularly jerks.

No, but that’s just it! They are cruel because they have issues.

What do you mean?
Well aren’t jerks just acting out, uncaring or selfish because of a personal issue they don’t have full control over?

You mean like if you never been poor you don’t fully appreciate what you have?

Yea sort of.

So what’s your point? That there is not really “cruel” in people.

Yeah, I guess deep down there is always some underline issue.

See that bothers me. Just makes an excuse for individuals to be jerk.

No, quite the opposite. I don’t excuse the act I just understand that there are issues and repercussionsthat affect ones self and others.

Do you believe in good?

Let’s not go there.