There is no “I” in “team”. – Anonymous.
Do you have a best friend? I have loads of friends. Each one is my best friend since I do not make friends easily. I am aware now that I have so many quirks of character that whoever agrees to call me friend has to be the “best” person in the whole world – to me.
I am sure that I scare the hell out of my friends when I appear needy, annoying and pig headed but those who see beyond these character failings deserve to be my friend.
I am loyal to my friends as far as they are willing to accept that I am not perfect. I am not like the Godfather always giving favours and coming back one cold terrible day in the future to ask for a favour you cannot refuse but I expect that you will at least treat me with respect and dignity.
What is life without someone to share everything with? If I am afraid to tell you my deepest secrets and fears and you cannot stand me when you know who I really am what kind of friend would you be? My Ex-friend!
You cannot be my friend and hate (or worse) disdain me. There cannot be any future in that friendship. We respect each other or we drift apart. My point exactly!
I do not want these things for myself alone – I am willing to be these things. This is why I have best- and ex-friends.
My day begins with my eyes creaking and the lights of dawn flooding in. The rain begins to fall and I hear traffic pass not far from where I had laid comatose for almost 10 hours. Another miracle has occurred. I get to punch the clock again today! Did anyone ever bother to ask me: Do you wanna?
I go to the kitchen to fix myself a cup of coffee. How does one stay awake? I get there and I find the power cord is missing. Got to use the kettle again. I hate this but it is so cold and I need the coffee so bad I do not wash the cup and kettle first before I heat up the water. Thank God for alternatives…
I am sitting down in front of the television wondering what would have happened if there was no heat and no coffee this morning. Nah! That is never going to happen …. then the power goes out. Be careful what you think of, the Brain says. I sulk to the bathroom…
Turn on the shower and the pipe busts and floods the whole place with crazy cold water. Now I agree with my thinker: Troubles come in two!
I don a bath robe and go out to fetch a plumber and a mop and something to stem the “Dead Sea”. Thinking my day is shot to smithereens, I call the office to reschedule my calendar and I am told that my appointments called a couple of minutes before to say that I should not bother: Your meetings have been postponed to October.
How about that for a morning, Mr Hurry? It seem it has been decided that we were meant to be here today. Take a load off…Ha!
“Why do they blame me for something that happened miles away? They accuse me of killing everything except the Dead Sea – and they will get around to that eventually” – Al Capone.
I am not… Don’t get me wrong. I like going out with friends and just letting it all hang out but I don’t thing I am a party animal. I know so because I sometimes stop in the middle of what I am doing to ask: What are you doing ? I think there must be somewhere in the party animal hand book that says you ought not to. It is definitely a no no…”If you are the Mask, says my mind.
Have you seen the Mask? Course you have! You are a party animal. If you ask me Jim Carey nailed that flick to the eternal hall of fame. But you and I must agree that I am not HIM. He is the greatest (or is he? Ali is the greatest? Whatever!).
I feel too exposed in public after every episode so I run out and hide in my room till my “Stanley” leaves me. I am always in that mode because I am afraid of my own power. I love to “cut a rug” but I look around after everyone of my “shows” and the voice nags me again and again with that eternal question – WHY…?
So I am not a party animal. Does that mean you can now call me names because I like being in doors with a good book more? Go figure, Genius.