Missed Connection?

So, I don’t get out of the bunker much, by personal choice, unless it’s not my choice.  But both Saturday and Sunday I was doing stuff and I had to go out.  I was in a parking lot of a local establishment two days in a row, and on one of those days, I spotted someone who looked almost exactly like one of my virtual friend’s profile pictures on her blog.  I was going to wax poetic about it, but I decided to dispense with the fluff and just get it out.  That means a poem for tomorrow if I can focus long enough to get it out, on something completely unrelated.

At least one of my blogger friends lives the next town over away from the bunker, I guess that’s not too far away when you consider that she’s likely less than 35 miles away from me.  With that kind of potential proximity, it is very possible that it was her.  But I doubt it, and if it was her, I’m not sure if I want to know.  Honestly, it would scare the crap out of me.

I like my safe-feeling anonymity, plus, when you’re as irresistible as I am (writing it from habit, not actual feeling today) you always have to be on guard against temptation, and seeing as you all are irresistible too, that makes things twice as difficult.

The world as we know it could come to an end. Or, this:  http://www.space.com/33176-gravitational-waves-from-second-black-hole-collision.html

Anyway, if you saw me, you probably don’t remember the event:  I waved and probably gave a surprised then nearly comprehending then panicked expression and almost hoped you would stop so I could ask the vision of loveliness if it were you.

Laugh it up.  Mrs M. would have a fit if I brought you home with me, and I totally would, because she’s not to be missed.  In some ways that would be fucking awesome, but in others… life is pretty much complicated enough, especially this week.  The explanations would probably be awkward, but Mrs M would take it all in stride and hide her fury until you left, whereupon I might wake up with a chef’s knife between my left ribs, or dissecting worse places.  I still have waaay too much shit to do to deal with that kind of distraction, but I probably would have figured out how to set it aside or delay it or make it ride a tandem bicycle with me, so the distance would be covered and so we could at least have a coffee and a chat face to face.

I’m a real person, or at least I think I am.  But it’s also possible this is all just a long dream that sometimes feels like a nightmare and I’m a figment of your collective imaginations.  And mine.

I’m certainly not feeling manic but I’m going to pretend I am for all I’m fucking worth until the week is over.  So much to do, so little energy to keep track of it all, much less actually accomplish it.  Ugh.  Yeah, I listened to a song on a friend’s blog and I got it, in her contextual intent, and it made me cry the same as her.  Still pretty tender.  People are still “encouraging” me in their ways, by which I mean they either don’t know or they’re in denial, and they live basically demanding that I accomplish according to their expectations and function according to their definitions of “normal,” and I still can’t, medication notwithstanding.

OK I’m off to try to finish something or somethings, and fix something, and clean something, and hopefully not break anything.

Here’s hoping my vivid imagination and brilliant acting talent can pull it all off.

I’m not avoiding you.  I’m just hiding.

Holy shit.  I think that was actually funny.  I AM a DAMN FINE ACTOR.


14 thoughts on “Missed Connection?

    1. Why yes, hon, I’d love to do a movie with you. Well, I would have already taken over Hollywood except I realized fans don’t like it when I just don’t feel like being with people. I mean, when you really should be supportive and loving but all you really want is to be left alone… http://izquotes.com/quotes-pictures/quote-i-never-said-i-want-to-be-alone-i-only-said-i-want-to-be-left-alone-there-is-all-the-greta-garbo-68263.jpg Fans can be great, but they can also be crazy in some really bad ways. And then there are the magazine writers and photographers, who can be even worse. I’d probably be a really boring celebrity.~DM

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      1. see, there’s good crazy and there’s bad crazy, I’m pretty sure you’re the good crazy and I hope the same for me. 🙂 I just don’t want them finding the hidden bunker and being all creepy and stuff. No pictures, no phone calls. No tabloids. I want people to come to the front door so I can either pretend I’m not home or if I feel like it, have them in for a drink or a meal.

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  1. I listened to that song a million times until I got a huge headache. That’s such a familiar story, no? Excessive something or other…the headache followed me into Tuesday – hija de la chingada!
    That sounds awkward. Does the mystery blogger know that it was you waving? I can be chismosa, right? 😉

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    1. As far as I know it wasn’t her, it must have been her “good” twin, since she’s self-proclaimed as “evil.” She claims to always have a tagalong, a mini-clone if you will, and I saw no such companion. I listened to the song a few times, and tried to share with my daughter who es un estudiante de Español y ella me dijo que no quería estar deprimido, “shut it off or put on headphones.” Que buena!

      Today I haven’t got any music. How sad. Maybe later.

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      1. Oh, umm, I’m sure you’re just being modest, and they are gleaning the best from you as well. YOU are the chef, so you feed their bellies but also you feed their soul.
        *Rubs sleep from eyes and reaches for extra large coffee*

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