Luck? Don't think so....

Luck is probability taken personally.

And when I told her,
I didn’t love her anymore;
She cried.

I get junk mail. We all do. But 2-4 times a week I get the ‘Have you seen this person?” ones. I can’t make fun of these, because if you have a loved one you really want to find them or at least know what happened to them, and I’m sure most people hold out the hope of them being kidnapped or becoming a runaway, not death. I’m not so sure I should get all of the ones of people in faraway places, but again a lot of people come to NY so I can understand.

But I received one the other day of a boy who disappeared at the age of five and there was a picture of him age progressed to 2006. He went missing in 1955. He was age-progressed to 56 years old. This makes me wonder the sanity of it all, but again, our loved ones are sometimes all we have.

I saw a woman on the train the other day, in what was so far the coldest day of the year in slippers. Not faux slippers. Slippers. They had practically no bottom and there was fuzz coming out of the part where you put your feet. She had no socks.

And when I told her,
Her kisses were not like before;
She cried.

A woman completely ate it running for the train the other day. Ran down the steps and THUD! Down she went. Lost her Ipod down on the train tracks.

Most embarrassing moment: I was on a city bus like 7 years ago with a girl I knew in elementary school, from a time when I was a not so cool kid. She was popular and I made fun of her mercilessly for liking NKOTB after they soured, as all teen boy bands do. So here we are both about 21 years old and talking on the bus like normal adults about what we’ve been doing with our lives. Only problem is I didn’t have a secure grip on the bus. I mean I did, but not as secure enough for an emergency stop. The bus swerved and hit the brakes about as hard as possible. I held on firmly with the one hand to the strap, but twisted violently and was essentially flailing until I finally was simply dangling from the metal handle. I was clearly embarrassed but even more so when she just stopped talking to me and walked about 5 feet away by the time I had pulled myself up. It wasn’t her stop either. So there I was for like another five minutes on the bus. I can’t describe it as bad as it was.

I thought that our romance was over and done,
But to her it had just begun.

I had a brief, fleeting feeling of vindication the other day. Sadly it was short-lived.

People aren’t so bad, they’re just stupid. But sometimes enough stupidity can be bad.

Sometimes I wish things were like when we were kids and consequences for mistakes were only a beating and never of the permanent, emotional variety. And when your friends did something stupid, it didn’t matter because you were friends again the next day.

And when I kissed her,
A kiss that only meant goodbye;
She cried.

I had this guy from England stay and he wanted to know why everyone was so fat. He would flirt with the girls here but tell me he'd never be interested in them since they weren't in shape. Wanted to know why I’d consider a woman who wasn’t in perfect shape. Wanted to know why I’d get a woman if I wasn’t. Remind me to support Scotland and/or Ireland during the next insurrection.

Don’t you hate when people fail to make the necessary jump in logic? Sometimes it’s not easy, I understand, but this is what makes us human. Let’s say for example I called someone up randomly and asked a generic incriminating question. Then said person denied it and swore they would never do such a thing. Why can’t they ask themselves, as I’ve done myself on such an occasion, “Would he be here asking me this right now out of the blue if he didn’t already know something?”

Which leads me to my next point. I’m so good, that sometimes, just sometimes it hurts. That’s right. I’ll do or say something soooo clever I will be in pain. Pain from how good I was. Ha ha I need a container for my ego. But I think that’s why women are around, to kinda make you feel small or insignificant again…