The Very Same Difference
By Anthony Douglas Gere
You know I was recently asked by someone that frequents the sites I write for, do I write to
music and if so, what kind? They also ask me something more important like, “What are
your favorite and least favorite writings?” I thought that was cool, that someone had explored
within my world, and wanted to know if my process holds any meaning besides just putting
words out there into the world. It was a complex question to absorb, as I simply tried to ask
myself the same question. On the surface, I would say all of them are good and bad to me
and each holds a certain and specific meaning to why I wrote them. Many in my opinion,
could have been more vivid, more in depth and talked about more of the same in a different
way. A lot of my readers can seriously relate to the things I write about, where some like on
dating and single sites, view them as pure entertainment or a way to fill an empty void of
time. As you know, some theories are romantic, lustful and poignant. Some are discreet,
mysterious and forthcoming. Many in my opinion are just that, my opinionated responses to
the many things I have witness in my thirty some odd years of living, or simply, things I wish
would have happened if the circumstances were or could have been different. But to make
things simple, I like the romantic ones. You know, the ones that illustrate what life and love
is and isn’t all about when you realize the difference. My three favorite Theories are, “When
Was The Last Time” “A Thought of my Reality” and “IE…shhh”. But the one that struck me
hard was “Or Does It”, “Dear God”, “The Tale That Didn’t Wag” and “Humble Pie”. Many
publications liked and contracted “A Subtle Impact” “Dear God” and “Mardi Gra-Di-Da”
because of their contents, but I wondered why they didn’t use more for their audiences to
simply relay a level of human interest, such as passion. They all tell a story, my story to
me more detailed, and what I have, don’t have and wish to have in reality as I dream of
the nightmares that face me each and every day. As I write my Theories, I am
concentrated on you the person, not the audience that reads my stuff, but the person I
am speaking to. It’s like I am holding a one on one conversation, and anticipating your
response which makes me dig deeper into my imagination to paint the picture I have in
my mind, our conversation piece. To give you a better understanding, let me relate it to
an event I was recently at. I was once at a birthday party of a well-known celebrity, and
though many people in attendance knew but really didn’t know each other, we all were
involved in each other’s lives in an incestuous way that surrounded this person. The
guess of honor that had been nominated for an award just a few weeks earlier took the
microphone and spoke to all of us to thank us for coming to this event. We clapped,
laughed and pointed our fingers towards him as he called out the few that handled his
career in one way or another, and played the part like someone in a movie he had
once been featured in. Now after all of the dress rehearsal answers and the
formalities had declined, people started asking him questions on things concerning
his career and life. Some were fun, some serious, but one really came to the
forefront had me involved in a new found freedom and respect for my close business
associate, turn now not so distant friend. Some one asks him, “Can you believe all
of the things you have done and accomplished so early, and do you realize the
history you are now making each and everyday?” I thought that was a great question.
Insightful, real, delight and respectful, and straight to the point. The room got
silenced, and at that very moment, no one was thinking about them, and was waiting
to hear his response and miraculous story and ride of a street kid, turn global
phenomenon making twenty million dollars a movie. You see every one in this room
was ballin’ out of control, is what my friend calls it. I mean we all are ‘doin’ it real big’
in the eyes of society and the consumer that is buying the shit we sell. We all have
made the sacrifices in missing out on the things many take for granted, and have
given all of ourselves to our craft or profession. The payoff, shit that really doesn’t
matter like, big cars, homes, money, status and more materialistic stuff that clutters
more than comforts. Each person in the room, hell, on this planet has a story to tell on
their journey to this very moment in time, but I think each of us wanted to hear about his
stroll down the yellow brick road, and see if it was more like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz,
or Elton Johns song from back in the seventies.
By Anthony Douglas Gere
You know I was recently asked by someone that frequents the sites I write for, do I write to
music and if so, what kind? They also ask me something more important like, “What are
your favorite and least favorite writings?” I thought that was cool, that someone had explored
within my world, and wanted to know if my process holds any meaning besides just putting
words out there into the world. It was a complex question to absorb, as I simply tried to ask
myself the same question. On the surface, I would say all of them are good and bad to me
and each holds a certain and specific meaning to why I wrote them. Many in my opinion,
could have been more vivid, more in depth and talked about more of the same in a different
way. A lot of my readers can seriously relate to the things I write about, where some like on
dating and single sites, view them as pure entertainment or a way to fill an empty void of
time. As you know, some theories are romantic, lustful and poignant. Some are discreet,
mysterious and forthcoming. Many in my opinion are just that, my opinionated responses to
the many things I have witness in my thirty some odd years of living, or simply, things I wish
would have happened if the circumstances were or could have been different. But to make
things simple, I like the romantic ones. You know, the ones that illustrate what life and love
is and isn’t all about when you realize the difference. My three favorite Theories are, “When
Was The Last Time” “A Thought of my Reality” and “IE…shhh”. But the one that struck me
hard was “Or Does It”, “Dear God”, “The Tale That Didn’t Wag” and “Humble Pie”. Many
publications liked and contracted “A Subtle Impact” “Dear God” and “Mardi Gra-Di-Da”
because of their contents, but I wondered why they didn’t use more for their audiences to
simply relay a level of human interest, such as passion. They all tell a story, my story to
me more detailed, and what I have, don’t have and wish to have in reality as I dream of
the nightmares that face me each and every day. As I write my Theories, I am
concentrated on you the person, not the audience that reads my stuff, but the person I
am speaking to. It’s like I am holding a one on one conversation, and anticipating your
response which makes me dig deeper into my imagination to paint the picture I have in
my mind, our conversation piece. To give you a better understanding, let me relate it to
an event I was recently at. I was once at a birthday party of a well-known celebrity, and
though many people in attendance knew but really didn’t know each other, we all were
involved in each other’s lives in an incestuous way that surrounded this person. The
guess of honor that had been nominated for an award just a few weeks earlier took the
microphone and spoke to all of us to thank us for coming to this event. We clapped,
laughed and pointed our fingers towards him as he called out the few that handled his
career in one way or another, and played the part like someone in a movie he had
once been featured in. Now after all of the dress rehearsal answers and the
formalities had declined, people started asking him questions on things concerning
his career and life. Some were fun, some serious, but one really came to the
forefront had me involved in a new found freedom and respect for my close business
associate, turn now not so distant friend. Some one asks him, “Can you believe all
of the things you have done and accomplished so early, and do you realize the
history you are now making each and everyday?” I thought that was a great question.
Insightful, real, delight and respectful, and straight to the point. The room got
silenced, and at that very moment, no one was thinking about them, and was waiting
to hear his response and miraculous story and ride of a street kid, turn global
phenomenon making twenty million dollars a movie. You see every one in this room
was ballin’ out of control, is what my friend calls it. I mean we all are ‘doin’ it real big’
in the eyes of society and the consumer that is buying the shit we sell. We all have
made the sacrifices in missing out on the things many take for granted, and have
given all of ourselves to our craft or profession. The payoff, shit that really doesn’t
matter like, big cars, homes, money, status and more materialistic stuff that clutters
more than comforts. Each person in the room, hell, on this planet has a story to tell on
their journey to this very moment in time, but I think each of us wanted to hear about his
stroll down the yellow brick road, and see if it was more like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz,
or Elton Johns song from back in the seventies.