I’m Wiser Now

Once or twice a week, Lennon and I get into our respective arm chairs, hook our seat belts and zoom into warp speed as we head for parts unknown. I understand that kind of thing. I like to pretend.

One of the reasons I write so much is that I like creating my own little worlds where everything goes the way I want it to go. I think most creative people are that way. My heroes usually resemble people I am fond of, but the bad guys are generally totally fictitious. The bad guys in my life don’t have faces anymore.

I have room for you to be you. If you need space, or I don’t fit into your life comfortably, I can understand that. I care enough to let you be who you need to be. Sometimes it hurts a little, but I do understand. I’m wiser now than I used to be.

Still, if I discover you are a kindred spirit, I am in heaven! Everyone needs someone they can talk about anything with, especially things other people might not want to talk about. Those are often the most interesting things of all!

I don’t have any trouble talking to strangers. I ask a couple of questions and let them take the lead, but it hardly ever leads to the places I am most interested in. I am interested enough to listen to anyone for a while, but if it turns out we are kindred spirits? You fascinate me.

Details? A story is only as good as its details. The music, the colors, the warp and woof and the fabric that it turns into, they become the ties that bind. Its when you write the story in my head that I know I’m definitely in the right place.

Let’s pretend we are best friends. I like to pretend.