Voodoo Lounge v.12.1: I'm the Juggernaut, bitch!

a post from www.blinddateblog.com

The Hunger of Memory
I was driving home today and recalled some acting stuff I did a while ago. I remember someone saying, can you cry on cue? Then I thought about it, speeding along Oak Street's hills, and lo and behold I almost was beside myself, nearly bawling like a frigging idiot at 40 miles and hour. In order for me to achieve said bawling on cue, I do what a lot of actors/actresses do, think of the single most saddest moment of your life. Which would lead me to the last relationship I had.

The last serious relationship I had (almost a year and a half ago) taught me to take risks and to let go of the side of the Pool of Life and tread my way to the middle and enjoy the happiness that comes from freedom. Little did I know that said Pool was gettin' pissed in by the damn Pool Boy. I won't get into details because it's not worth the bandwidth and because I don't care to see if I can bawl on cue again. In retrospect the relationship ended on a very bad note, but I walked out of it alive and with everything intact, albeit I predict that I'll be a little bit more sensitive to the next man, whoever that should be. But I'm okay. Cue up "I Will Survive" by Gloria Gaynor already.

I learned the difference between love and Love. I learned how to work at making a relationship strong. I learned how to stand for what I believe in even if it meant disagreeing with someone I love. I know my limits. I also learned that I need my independence, my own space, and my side of the bed. I also learned that the walls of my house aren't that thick, and that whether you're getting fucked/screwed/made love to, it's all an intimate act. And finally, I know how to walk away from bullshit, and that my time is too precious to be wasted with triflin' brothas.

But I'd take the risk. Until I get it right.

Get busy living or get busy dyin'. --Shawshank Redemption

That's goddamn right.
Voodoo

posted by Voodoo Child @ 7:31:00 PM