Something about those who claim to love me turning their backs on me.
Why?
Why?
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Now it occurs to me that nothing comes free in this life: there is a price tag connected to everything and--seemingly--just about everyone. That is the way our culture works, which may answer my question: why? Well, why not? Am I truly loved by those who claim to love me, or is it just another bag of steaming...uh...yeah, well, you know...?
It may just be my imagination, but I have thought since I was very young and quite impressionable that there is nothing more valuable and sacred than love. Perhaps I was conditioned that way; perhaps it has more to do with the sign under which I was born. Though I don't believe being a Pisces has as much to do with it as being a human being, a person who does not place price tags on friendship or love.
It may just be my imagination, but I have thought since I was very young and quite impressionable that there is nothing more valuable and sacred than love. Perhaps I was conditioned that way; perhaps it has more to do with the sign under which I was born. Though I don't believe being a Pisces has as much to do with it as being a human being, a person who does not place price tags on friendship or love.
***
Back on track, now.
After my death and subsequent resurrection (if you wish to call it that), I became aware--after healing up following God knows how many months of painful recovery (I think it was about three)--that I had changed both inside and out. I began a very strict cardiovascular work-out and diet regime consisting of lots of pasta, high protein (two Taco Bell Bean Burritos every other day), and white rice. Plenty of water followed each work-out on my exercise bike (I really miss that exercise bike), as well as a thirty- to forty-minute shower, cleansing the sweat and debris from my body. I always felt a lot better after those workouts. Revived. Complete.
I could no longer handle eating the flesh of animals. I was a vegetarian, a workout freak (yes, you can become just as easily addicted to workouts as you can anything else), and a man on a mission. I wanted to complete my Associate's Degree in English and move on to the university level where I would eventually become either a writer or a lawyer or both.
In late-February of 1994, I had gone from 325 pounds (December 1992) to 175 pounds. Wow. I know, right?
But that is when I met D***** B****, who I fell for very hard. We made out a lot and had some fun, but that only lasted a month. Plus, she was an Aries and, well, Aries chicks and Pisces dudes just don't mix that well. Then, not much later, I met A*** T******, a Russian student from Sochi who basically went out with me for sixteen months--though I don't think she went out for my heart, my body, or my wonderful personality. Looking back on it now, I am pretty certain she went out with me for my wallet. And, brother, did she max out my credit cards!
Water under the bridge.
By 2001 I had essentially given up on looking for a woman in my life, although I prayed every chance I got. Seriously. That was around the time I met my wife. Isn't life funny? You think you've gotten beyond something only to find you have not even begun. This was the woman with three beautiful children I was told about while in the presence of God. Her name is Jo, and we are still married to this day. We are, in fact, getting ready to celebrate our seventh wedding anniversary on September 13, 2009.
You will read more and more about Jo in forthcoming blogs right here--same blog time, same blog channel.
So far, that's my life. I lived, died, lived again, went out with two chicks, married a woman, and find myself wondering what the future holds for me. I guess we'll find out soon enough.
After my death and subsequent resurrection (if you wish to call it that), I became aware--after healing up following God knows how many months of painful recovery (I think it was about three)--that I had changed both inside and out. I began a very strict cardiovascular work-out and diet regime consisting of lots of pasta, high protein (two Taco Bell Bean Burritos every other day), and white rice. Plenty of water followed each work-out on my exercise bike (I really miss that exercise bike), as well as a thirty- to forty-minute shower, cleansing the sweat and debris from my body. I always felt a lot better after those workouts. Revived. Complete.
I could no longer handle eating the flesh of animals. I was a vegetarian, a workout freak (yes, you can become just as easily addicted to workouts as you can anything else), and a man on a mission. I wanted to complete my Associate's Degree in English and move on to the university level where I would eventually become either a writer or a lawyer or both.
In late-February of 1994, I had gone from 325 pounds (December 1992) to 175 pounds. Wow. I know, right?
But that is when I met D***** B****, who I fell for very hard. We made out a lot and had some fun, but that only lasted a month. Plus, she was an Aries and, well, Aries chicks and Pisces dudes just don't mix that well. Then, not much later, I met A*** T******, a Russian student from Sochi who basically went out with me for sixteen months--though I don't think she went out for my heart, my body, or my wonderful personality. Looking back on it now, I am pretty certain she went out with me for my wallet. And, brother, did she max out my credit cards!
Water under the bridge.
By 2001 I had essentially given up on looking for a woman in my life, although I prayed every chance I got. Seriously. That was around the time I met my wife. Isn't life funny? You think you've gotten beyond something only to find you have not even begun. This was the woman with three beautiful children I was told about while in the presence of God. Her name is Jo, and we are still married to this day. We are, in fact, getting ready to celebrate our seventh wedding anniversary on September 13, 2009.
You will read more and more about Jo in forthcoming blogs right here--same blog time, same blog channel.
So far, that's my life. I lived, died, lived again, went out with two chicks, married a woman, and find myself wondering what the future holds for me. I guess we'll find out soon enough.
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