My closest family and friends will tell you I am famous for engaging in what some might call feats of stupidity and others might say tenacity.
They’d tell you about occasions upon which I’d come up against situations that seemed impossible and that somehow I managed to make them work.
Most of the time it had less to do with intelligence or innovation and more to do with my willingness to push the river.
Every time I did so it was with the knowledge that much of the water would flow through my fingers or around me and that it was a huge undertaking with the potential for massive failure.
But I figured the line between massive failure and success was thin and worth chasing.
People Aren’t Logical
What I should have thought about more carefully was how people don’t act logically, rationally or in their best interest and that trying to push the river with them was an even bigger crapshoot.
But I didn’t and that is how we end up in the middle of the story below.
I almost turned the photo below into a greeting card so that I could send it to someone who once told me I was the most important person in her life.
Stared at the picture, heard the song playing inside my head and wondered if it would be taken in anger or disbelief.
Asked myself what I hoped to accomplish by sending it and decided there is no way it would be seen as anything but a provocative insult.
And then I really wanted to send it.
Because I am angry.wanted to scream, “I HAVE TOLD YOU IN EVERY WAY I KNOW HOW THAT I NEED YOUR HELP & YOU IGNORED ME!”
Because I want to scream, “I HAVE TOLD YOU IN EVERY WAY I KNOW HOW THAT I NEED YOUR HELP & YOU IGNORED ME!”
“I HAVE TOLD YOU IN EVERY WAY I KNOW HOW THAT I NEED YOUR HELP & YOU IGNORED ME!”
I thought that maybe, just maybe the damn song would catch her eye and ear.
And maybe her heart would hear it too and she would realize that I am standing in front of her.
My Time Is At Hand
In spite of my anger and frustration I never sent the card because I didn’t see it helping me.
Didn’t see it waking her up from her slumber and figured that if I am going to try and shake her from this comatose state I need to be direct.
But fear prevented me from taking a direct approach because rejection is always possible and I wasn’t ready for her to say there is no future.
Didn’t stop me from angrily staring at the reflection in the mirror and asking that guy to explain why our time is not at hand.
Demanded he answer the charge of enabling someone to drag our collective heart through the mud.
He just smiled and said it has always been about timing and that if we waited a little longer conditions would be more favorable.
I glared at the smug look on his face and he glared back at me.
“You like to think those 13 words will magically make her think about what would happen if she lost you forever and that the aforementioned thought would spur her into action.
But it might not be as you want or wish for. She might cry at the thought but that loss might not be enough to get her to take your hand because she might think it is too late.
She might try to protect her own heart and be cool in front of you. Don’t give her an ultimatum.”
I shook my fist at the mirror and rolled my eyes as he did it back to me.
There really is no point pretending that the guy was going to tell me anything I didn’t know.
Since nothing good comes from trying to make choices after midnight I turned out the lights, went to bed and hoped that sleep would come sooner than later.