My Two Cents
I think of all the things that I miss in a relationship is the connection that you share. I thought a lot about it last nite after choppin it up with Goin' On and Dick in the Glass. It's been about a year and four months of soloness, and I'm not knocking the single life, really, I enjoy it thoroughly, but when things are said and done, it's the conversation at the end of the day that leaves me lacking.
Remember the discussion about the fuzzy monkey? Maybe not, but here goes. In a test to show the effect of warmth during the early stages of development, a two baby monkeys were paired with fake moms. Basically they were constructed out of wire, but one of them had a fuzzy covering. They were fed, etc. The one that had the wire mommy grew up kinda shrivelled up and had bad social skills. The one that had a fuzzy mommy was well-adjusted and healthy.
Not to say that I can't hang with being solo, really. It's all gravy, but sometimes you need that fuzzy monkey to get you by. More on this later. I have to work.
Voodoo
Wednesday, April 17, 2002
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