I had to go to bed early, cursing the sound of Maw’s loud television, drifted off to sleep and awoke to another pooping session with my favorite book on common sense. I couldn’t resist blogging about how I noticed two things about the tall guy. Last Thursday, I heard the tall guy’s voice inflection. It almost sounded gay! He was at Bobby’s desk and offered to make a phone call. Then yesterday during lunch at the Greek restaurant, I caught a VERY brief glance at his right ear lobe. It looked like an old pierce.
I thought to myself this morning about earrings:
“The left ear was reserved for piercing by straight men and a pierced right ear supposedly signified that one was gay.”
“Left is right. Right is wrong.”
I cannot help but wonder why the guy talks about his path to commitment with a girl that he has been dating off and on for six years and how he envied my FREEDOM from family affairs and child rearing. I apologized to him about “gloating”. He apologized to me about him being a “bad influence”. I told him what Maw said about me being “very gullible”.
It breaks my heart that hear how people could have made better choices in life without the facing the sad reality of “the bad” of death and dying that goes along with “the good”. It makes me feel sad to know how he fears death, how he came home yesterday to find an old lady living next being wheeled away to the morgue and how his whole system shuddered in surprise while talking and when I pointed out a passing motorist zooming by from our left before crossing the street.
I wished he tells me the truth. He knows something. He is something. But I don’t know why he mentioned visiting Egypt.
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