Apr. 15th, 2010

Aw Damn

Apr. 15th, 2010 08:23 am
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Expectations.  Wow, I guess it's been some serious time since I've last posted here, or it feels like it.  So anyway, on this Tax Day, following close on the heels of a real downer day yesterday I'm feeling a little disappointed.  The sun is shining it's true and I've got a job to go to so that's cool.  I'm just blah today.  Have been reading and commenting on the agegap community.  But, damn, no pun intended - that gets old.  I know birthdays can be a big deal for some people, gifts and cakes and all but people getting all opinionated over birthdays seems kind of idk, just out of place. 

And yeah, I sorta remember the Anna Nicole thing and how the whole world thought that she was using that older boyfriend for his money - but I mean, they're both dead now.  I tell people that even though there's an agegap in a couple there's no guarantee that the older partner will die first.  It's just that kind of world.  And poor Anna Nicole didn't get to be very old herself.  I wouldn't want to get into any endless debates but maybe they actually did like each other.  Probably that would appear to be a naive comment to some.  That's just me alright.  Childish Ki at whatever age.

Well, I wonder why I have to be always weighed down by these high school emotions?  Am I overemo?  Sometimes.  Disappointed?  Yeah, now a little.  I like being part of a couple and having somebody profess feelings for me.  It probably sounds harsh to say I don't want to be a parent to my partner.  Both of my kids came neck in neck to me in maturity a while back.  Maybe that says something negative about me as much as positive about them but that's just the way of reality.  One of the people I loved most in the world, my Uncle Walter G. was forever a big kid.  We just are what we are.  If we don't live up to expectations, if we miss the mark, if we don't quite get things right - we still need a magnified sun of love, and need it daily.  I'm probably a selfish lout and not worth the effort and Lord knows, old enough that I ought to be benched and not still in the game fighting for the ball, but that doesn't mean I don't want affection by the dump truck load, and affirmations over a loudspeaker and messages on the scoreboard.  I'm never going to grow up.  I know that now.  It doesn't mean I'm bad, just means I'm me.  It's just the way I've learned to deal with the nipped off childhood I had.

Won't explain.  That's just what it is.

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