GOOD JUJU TO YOU-YOU
I was discussing a certain situation with a good friend of mine tonight. It can't be discussed in detail out of respect to that person. However, I can say this. Sometimes magic is ignited whether tangible or in hope. It got me thinking, which got me typing. The thinking and typing are almost like a fumbling parent's explanation of where babies come from to their small child.
"When a man and woman are in love, sometimes their love is so great that it meshes together and makes a baby."
The woman is my thoughts and the typing be the man. What comes out? A baby, a new story. Aren't they one and the same?
This is for you my friend. I'm sending that likey-likey juju your way for that new intrigue you've stumbled upon. I wish you the greatest of luck, even if it's just a fresh batch of hope.
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Michael was a teddy bear with a tough exterior. He liked to keep the teddy bear part a secret from all, but his friends. The rest of the world looked at him and only saw the tough. The ink he wore told stories that he liked to exaggerate to the women he'd meet at the bars. Now, Michael not only wore the tough, but he spoke it too. No one would could drop your jaw or make you cry out in protest at the words that came out of his mouth, the way he could. While offensive to those who didn't know him, all you had to do was truly listen to see that though he was honest, there was much more to him.
Life was good and life was crazy. He took the good and shook off the bad with a laugh. If life were a comic book you weren't quite sure if he would be the evil nemesis or the super hero himself? But the confusion and the puzzle is what made those whom he let in his life, realize just how truly awesome he was.
Michael had stories that could blow you away; more out of mere shock that the people he spoke of really did exist. One would like to think that people are innately good in general, yet after one of Michael's stories you found yourself wondering if we were basically living in one large loony bin? Either way it was entertaining. And while the stories he lived might taint most people, he would just laugh and move along. Or so it seemed. Secretly he contemplated the things he encountered and just accepted that this is how it was always going to be. Sometimes his heart was heavy with emotion, but he didn't let it show. The boy had quite the list of insane women he'd encountered who didn't deserve him, but he never let that drag him down.
Years passed through Michael's life and the stories piled up like magazines in a perpetual pooper's bathroom. Whether or not Michael knew this is unknown, but his friends were rooting for him. They wanted Michael to find the true happiness he would secretly divulge over Guinness or coffee. Little did Michael know that things were about to change.
One day his past met him for a drink. The past's name was Theresa. Theresa and Michael hadn't seen each other in years, but they ran into each other at the grocery store one day. Michael was spending entirely too much time deciding upon which flavor of Jell-O he would truly prefer, when he was hit by a grocery cart. The cart that hit Michael was being commandeered by Theresa. When Theresa had grabbed the cart with the bad wheel that drifted off to the left, she had no idea it would bring more than annoyance. Now it brought her to her past.
The two laughed and hugged and decided to meet up the following night. As Michael left his house to meet Theresa, he was simply happy to catch up with an old friend. He never fathomed that it would have the impact that it would
Michael and Theresa met for drinks and talked and laughed. The night went on and the two changed the locale, but the conversation and laughter stayed the same. Michael learned that Theresa was moving in two days and this would likely be the last time he could see her in a long time. As he looked at her he realized just how pretty she was, and wondered how he could let such a cool chick leave without making moves on her and trying to get the whole deal before she left? But as quickly as this thought entered his head, a new one entered. She is too cool for that, and in flooded a youthful innocence he hadn't experienced as far back as he could vividly remember. He didn't want to sleep with her, he just wanted to be with her and continue the night as it had gone. And so it did.
The night did end with some kissing, but it was a different type of kissing. It was sweet and exciting without the hope for more. He felt as if he'd just found a secret comic book that no one knew about, and all he wanted to do was just be happy that he'd found it and read it rather than try to sell it and have it leave his hands, he wanted to bask in this simple happiness.
Theresa left after the kissing ended, and as Michael closed the door. He closed the door to more than her. He closed the door to the secret taintedness he had indeed been carrying. He closed the door to frustrations, his past, and ever settling for more than those things in life that makes your heart skip a beat.
As Michael finally his closed his eyes as the sun rose, he smiled because with the new day came an old magic that he'd heard of but thought an urban legend. Yet here Michael lay alone in his bed, never having felt so full.
"When a man and woman are in love, sometimes their love is so great that it meshes together and makes a baby."
The woman is my thoughts and the typing be the man. What comes out? A baby, a new story. Aren't they one and the same?
This is for you my friend. I'm sending that likey-likey juju your way for that new intrigue you've stumbled upon. I wish you the greatest of luck, even if it's just a fresh batch of hope.
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Michael was a teddy bear with a tough exterior. He liked to keep the teddy bear part a secret from all, but his friends. The rest of the world looked at him and only saw the tough. The ink he wore told stories that he liked to exaggerate to the women he'd meet at the bars. Now, Michael not only wore the tough, but he spoke it too. No one would could drop your jaw or make you cry out in protest at the words that came out of his mouth, the way he could. While offensive to those who didn't know him, all you had to do was truly listen to see that though he was honest, there was much more to him.
Life was good and life was crazy. He took the good and shook off the bad with a laugh. If life were a comic book you weren't quite sure if he would be the evil nemesis or the super hero himself? But the confusion and the puzzle is what made those whom he let in his life, realize just how truly awesome he was.
Michael had stories that could blow you away; more out of mere shock that the people he spoke of really did exist. One would like to think that people are innately good in general, yet after one of Michael's stories you found yourself wondering if we were basically living in one large loony bin? Either way it was entertaining. And while the stories he lived might taint most people, he would just laugh and move along. Or so it seemed. Secretly he contemplated the things he encountered and just accepted that this is how it was always going to be. Sometimes his heart was heavy with emotion, but he didn't let it show. The boy had quite the list of insane women he'd encountered who didn't deserve him, but he never let that drag him down.
Years passed through Michael's life and the stories piled up like magazines in a perpetual pooper's bathroom. Whether or not Michael knew this is unknown, but his friends were rooting for him. They wanted Michael to find the true happiness he would secretly divulge over Guinness or coffee. Little did Michael know that things were about to change.
One day his past met him for a drink. The past's name was Theresa. Theresa and Michael hadn't seen each other in years, but they ran into each other at the grocery store one day. Michael was spending entirely too much time deciding upon which flavor of Jell-O he would truly prefer, when he was hit by a grocery cart. The cart that hit Michael was being commandeered by Theresa. When Theresa had grabbed the cart with the bad wheel that drifted off to the left, she had no idea it would bring more than annoyance. Now it brought her to her past.
The two laughed and hugged and decided to meet up the following night. As Michael left his house to meet Theresa, he was simply happy to catch up with an old friend. He never fathomed that it would have the impact that it would
Michael and Theresa met for drinks and talked and laughed. The night went on and the two changed the locale, but the conversation and laughter stayed the same. Michael learned that Theresa was moving in two days and this would likely be the last time he could see her in a long time. As he looked at her he realized just how pretty she was, and wondered how he could let such a cool chick leave without making moves on her and trying to get the whole deal before she left? But as quickly as this thought entered his head, a new one entered. She is too cool for that, and in flooded a youthful innocence he hadn't experienced as far back as he could vividly remember. He didn't want to sleep with her, he just wanted to be with her and continue the night as it had gone. And so it did.
The night did end with some kissing, but it was a different type of kissing. It was sweet and exciting without the hope for more. He felt as if he'd just found a secret comic book that no one knew about, and all he wanted to do was just be happy that he'd found it and read it rather than try to sell it and have it leave his hands, he wanted to bask in this simple happiness.
Theresa left after the kissing ended, and as Michael closed the door. He closed the door to more than her. He closed the door to the secret taintedness he had indeed been carrying. He closed the door to frustrations, his past, and ever settling for more than those things in life that makes your heart skip a beat.
As Michael finally his closed his eyes as the sun rose, he smiled because with the new day came an old magic that he'd heard of but thought an urban legend. Yet here Michael lay alone in his bed, never having felt so full.
