Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Track Record
So I'm in Ensenada on a day trip stop from the booze cruise I'm on with about 10 of my coworkers. Weird place to have an epiphany, I know, but hey, just because you travel hundreds, maybe thousands of miles, to answer Southwest Airlines' "wanna get away?", doesn't mean your worries don't travel with you. Mine follow me like a bad, pungent fart (you know the kind I'm talking about, don't even front).
In any case, I'm in Mexico, with a fierce 96 hour buzz...my realer than real separation from my wife and impending divorce hits me, and I'm back (for a moment between shots), to thinking about the things I did right and the things I did wrong.
A man's track record doesn't mean anything to his woman. He can be perfect forever and a day, but the moment he becomes an a-hole, even for a minute, his girl will act as if he's always been one.
Women respond to the moment, the energy of that moment, and in that moment, all track records are off the table, and her man's past behavior, whether it is impeccable or not, becomes irrelevant to her being in the moment.
Men however, base a lot on history, track record, reputation, and because of that, they think their own track record should count for something....but to women, it just doesn't.
More often than not, I usually failed this part of the multiple choice test.
Posted by The Nomad at 2:00 PM
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Sunday, January 14, 2007
Hi, I'm the Nomad. Pleased to make your aquaintance....
Here's a little about me; my clothes usually don't match because I wear whatever's next in the drawer, and more than likely, I bought it on sale. Often seen with forehead grease and a sleeveless shirt (cuz I'm a tough-guy, punk-ass), you won't find me in the club (often), I don't have bottles full of bub, and I am definitely not the #1 Stunner, (even if you Mom tells you different).
Lately, I've been wandering the earth like Kwai Chang Caine physically, spiritually, and emotionally, and I'm here to share what I've found out makes sense to me now, as the life that I used to know was turned inside out, and upside down.
What I say here might make sense to you; it might meet with your approval; or not. But it will make you think....
So what I'm asking you for is your thoughts, your take....the kind of thoughts you have during that quiet period right before you lay down your head to sleep, and a sense of clarity (or controversy) gently blankets you...and your self-evident truths reveal themselves.
Posted by The Nomad at 3:03 PM
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