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Ole Pair Of Slippers Page 2
By Anthony Douglas Gere
This my fellow reader, is unhealthy and can be labeled as a co-dependency in my humble
opinion. I mean how many claim to have your best interest at heart, and are quick to
inform you of the negative? Now, out of those, how many will do something about it,
besides spreading the drama like an episode of Law & Order? How many will defend you
the way they would defend themselves, and will you do the same for them. It’s all about
comfort my friend, and your ability to be comfortable within it. But I’m not going to go deep
into that today, and will do my best to stay true to form and circulate this theory like a
thought in your head. But as you can tell, we could easily tackle this topic like gridiron
hero, and reach more floors than in the Empire State Building. Anyway, I’m a word guy,
and sometimes in the many words and sayings in a song, a certain combination of
syllables, brings upon something a bit special and out of the norm. But that’s normal,
whatever normal is, and is a routine we all fall into to dance with desire of the devil.
Change, for the lack of the use of a better word, is evident. Change, that can be
devastating and also uplifting, is as sure as death and taxes. The sure shock level and
life altering affects of change and how one deals with the values and responsibilities of it,
can be felt in ways that go far beyond the surface or the change it s self. Many while
wanting and knowing change is evident, still select to struggle with the transition, and
attempt to try an stop something that has force behind it, far beyond ones capabilities of
understanding. You see in my opinion, stability and change, are on two opposite ends
of the spectrum. The reality of the combination of the two, is where reality lives, and
plays out in our lives, each and every moment. Comfort, unlike change my friend,
seems to be our best and worst friend, but is evident. Change, is sometimes like
wearing a pair of shoes two sizes too small, as it can also be as comfortable, as a
ole pair of slippers.
Now in many one-sided relationships, it always seems that when they actually come
to a close, they have already been ended by one party well before the other party is
even aware. The unaware victim in being shocked by this event, never seen this
situation coming, and there was comfort in something not comfort to the other. Its
like the two of them were in two totally different relationships, or like I said in the
beginning, was saying and doing things that meant something else that what was
meant to be understood. Maybe it’s a growth thing, or the y way the definitions are
felt, not said, that results in these shortcomings. If I could really explain the many
times I had to prove myself to people that didn’t really not believe in me, but basically
didn’t believe in themselves, I could write forever. If I could really define and add up
the times I stayed or wore out my welcome in a relationship I knew was a solo act,
I would be a lot wiser than I am now. I mean really, if I had a nickel for every time I
stayed when I should have left, I could tune up my SL500 once a month without
using my AMEX Black Card. I’m serious, I must be one of the most pathetic SOB’s
on the face of the planet, to know I’m not happy and try to convince myself I am. A
pathetic soul that justifies things I know that are wrong, and try to make sense of
letting someone else, treat me in manners I wouldn’t treat my worse enemy. But
fuck that!, I’m no worse or better than anyone else, so why do I try to dominate
situations I need to embrace, and in fear of things I know are bad for me. I’m so
twisted that I’m trying to draw a straight line while spinning upside down on a Ferris
Wheel with a broken Number 2 pencil. But I’m comfortable, and this feeling is being
defined by my situation, not feeling. But why don’t I change it. Why am I torturing
myself and trying to medicate myself with substances that would make drugs, seem
like air. Change is scary; it’s a very scary thing when you don’t want to accept the
inevitable. Traveling in the land of the unknown scares the hell out of me, as I am
sure, it does a lot of people.
By Anthony Douglas Gere
This my fellow reader, is unhealthy and can be labeled as a co-dependency in my humble
opinion. I mean how many claim to have your best interest at heart, and are quick to
inform you of the negative? Now, out of those, how many will do something about it,
besides spreading the drama like an episode of Law & Order? How many will defend you
the way they would defend themselves, and will you do the same for them. It’s all about
comfort my friend, and your ability to be comfortable within it. But I’m not going to go deep
into that today, and will do my best to stay true to form and circulate this theory like a
thought in your head. But as you can tell, we could easily tackle this topic like gridiron
hero, and reach more floors than in the Empire State Building. Anyway, I’m a word guy,
and sometimes in the many words and sayings in a song, a certain combination of
syllables, brings upon something a bit special and out of the norm. But that’s normal,
whatever normal is, and is a routine we all fall into to dance with desire of the devil.
Change, for the lack of the use of a better word, is evident. Change, that can be
devastating and also uplifting, is as sure as death and taxes. The sure shock level and
life altering affects of change and how one deals with the values and responsibilities of it,
can be felt in ways that go far beyond the surface or the change it s self. Many while
wanting and knowing change is evident, still select to struggle with the transition, and
attempt to try an stop something that has force behind it, far beyond ones capabilities of
understanding. You see in my opinion, stability and change, are on two opposite ends
of the spectrum. The reality of the combination of the two, is where reality lives, and
plays out in our lives, each and every moment. Comfort, unlike change my friend,
seems to be our best and worst friend, but is evident. Change, is sometimes like
wearing a pair of shoes two sizes too small, as it can also be as comfortable, as a
ole pair of slippers.
Now in many one-sided relationships, it always seems that when they actually come
to a close, they have already been ended by one party well before the other party is
even aware. The unaware victim in being shocked by this event, never seen this
situation coming, and there was comfort in something not comfort to the other. Its
like the two of them were in two totally different relationships, or like I said in the
beginning, was saying and doing things that meant something else that what was
meant to be understood. Maybe it’s a growth thing, or the y way the definitions are
felt, not said, that results in these shortcomings. If I could really explain the many
times I had to prove myself to people that didn’t really not believe in me, but basically
didn’t believe in themselves, I could write forever. If I could really define and add up
the times I stayed or wore out my welcome in a relationship I knew was a solo act,
I would be a lot wiser than I am now. I mean really, if I had a nickel for every time I
stayed when I should have left, I could tune up my SL500 once a month without
using my AMEX Black Card. I’m serious, I must be one of the most pathetic SOB’s
on the face of the planet, to know I’m not happy and try to convince myself I am. A
pathetic soul that justifies things I know that are wrong, and try to make sense of
letting someone else, treat me in manners I wouldn’t treat my worse enemy. But
fuck that!, I’m no worse or better than anyone else, so why do I try to dominate
situations I need to embrace, and in fear of things I know are bad for me. I’m so
twisted that I’m trying to draw a straight line while spinning upside down on a Ferris
Wheel with a broken Number 2 pencil. But I’m comfortable, and this feeling is being
defined by my situation, not feeling. But why don’t I change it. Why am I torturing
myself and trying to medicate myself with substances that would make drugs, seem
like air. Change is scary; it’s a very scary thing when you don’t want to accept the
inevitable. Traveling in the land of the unknown scares the hell out of me, as I am
sure, it does a lot of people.