Fly or Die?

fly or die

Thursday, May 13, 2004
Handling indigestion After the very bad dinner with Matt, I felt guilty as hell. In all honesty, my mean streak really springs from curiosity. I'm just curious to see how people react to situations, emotions, and the unusual. Fine. My research isn't exactly healthy. But it makes interesting blogs. ;) So I drove over and picked him up for lunch. He was still sulking. You're punishing me, aren't you? I thought. I swallowed hard and mumbled, "I'm sorry." He smiled like a little boy who finally got his candy. Hey, that wasn't so difficult, I thought. "It's alright," he said, "I was bad company." Oh wow! This is getting good. It's now his fault. "Yeah," I said. "Don't push it," he said. "So, what's eating you?" He sighed, "I feel like I'm hitting dead end everywhere." "Classic!" I gasped. "What?" he said, startled at my sudden eureka! "Classic mid-life crisis symptoms." "Gimme a break." "C'mon, let's examine your case. You have accomplished all that you wanted to - the job, the car, the house and erm ... I'm still not too sure but let's just state it for argument sake ... the girl. You're done. It's game over." His jaws drop slightly, which is my cue to continue ... in a lulling whisper. "You're wondering what's the next big dream. What would make your pulse race again ... You want ... you want ...," I paused for dramatic effect, "significance!" I ended, with aplomb. "Gee... you almost got me convinced." "What almost?" He laughed, "I can't see myself going on like this. It's just so ... so ... " "Unfulfilling?" I offered. "There has to be more. Maybe I should just quit, be a hobo ... go to some secluded mountain for some soul searching." I pictured him stubbled, with matted hair. "Nah, not very becoming. Besides, you won't survive without the Internet?" He shrugs. "What do you want?" I asked. He paused. "I don't know," he finally answered. He turned and looked at me with lost puppy eyes. "It's okay," I said with the gentlest, most sympathetic voice I could muster, "It's okay to be lost some times." I reached out and squeezed his hand lightly. He has this strange, stupid grin on his face. "What?" I narrowed my eyes and asked, "is so funny?" "Ah ... nothing," he laughed. "I'm not going to ask again but ... what?" "So," he said, "I got the girl, huh?" I frozed and looked down intently at the menu, "Waiter!" Some one, kick me. Pencil chewed at 3:15:00 pm //
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