Different Worlds

You've heard the term "so close, yet so far away"? Turn it around. There are times when two people can be so far away, yet so very close. You may know of these people or you may think it impossible. Regardless here is the story. To avoid confusion we shall call them D and J.

J is the child of the mayor of a small town. D the youngest child of a large family that couldn't afford to keep D around. So from the age of 14 D has been cleaning the same building that J's father worked in.

J was well mannered, well spoken, and well bred. D was too busy trying to survive so the fact that D graduated high school was a miracle.

So at this point the story becomes obvious so I'll skim. J sees D, they start hanging out as friends, friends becomes more, the mayor notices, the mayor forbids them to see each other any more, and they start seeing each other in secret.

Here is the part that makes no sense. The mayor figures it out and it gets to him so badly that he goes nuts. He uses his connections to frame D for murder. J helps D to flee before J's father is able to catch D. J stays behind to try to convince the mayor to drop the madness and do the right thing. The mayor wouldn't back down and D was on the lamb.

I could bore you with all the details of what D did while trying to stay out of jail, but frankly my fingers are tired so I'll get right to it. The longer D was able to evade capture the more crazy it made the mayor. It became an obsession.

Eventually the mayor gets D and in a heroic effort to save D, J gets shot. J's gun goes off accidentally as it flies from J's hand and hits the mayor. Suddenly the D is the only one left standing surrounded by a bunch of muscle men who suddenly realize they aren't getting paid now and lose interest.

So who are D and J? Why was the mayor so dead set against them being together? Does it really matter? The details aren't really relevant. Two people are dead and another's heart will never be the same. The only thing that actually matters here is that love, regardless of its form or how strange it may seem to you, is never worth destroying. The price is always too high.

On that note Ladies, Gentlemen, and Those in Between; I bid you... BUBBLES!!!

Do We Ever Really?

I have been silent for a while and for the 3 of you who actually read this because there is nothing better to do I sincerely apologize. For the rest of you who never even noticed... congratulations on having a life. Regardless there has been a lot going on so let me try to catch you up to speed before we get to the main topic that inspires today's title.

It all started with a birthday curse. I have a history of bad birthdays, but that is a story (or series of stories) for another time. This year, however, the curse appears to have been broken. I had the best birthday ever. The wonderful man of my life surprised me with a party at Chuck-E-Cheese and I partied the night away watching a freaky mouse run around and playing oddly addictive games with fake gold coins. Made out like a bandit with an awesome stuffed dog wearing a rather fashionable Chuck-E-Cheese hoodie. I thought as many of you are now that a dog's ears would look ridiculous poking out from underneath a hoodie, but it actually works. I considered having my ears stretched so I could go for the same look, but after I realized I wouldn't be able to grow the fur it lost it's luster.

I was also surprised with an awesome bike. This has been one of the biggest reasons for my silence. Ever sunny day we have had since I've spent outside breaking it in. It has a cute little bell and everything. It is one of the cruiser style types that totally looks like me. It has been a blast.

Of course the rest of my time has been spent with storms and hail damage, but that is a depressing subject and our experience nothing compared to that of a whole lot of others. So I'll move on to present day and our actual topic.

I'm the kind of person that does best when I know what is going on, what my plan is, and that I have control over the situation. It is those situations that I am at my best. Regardless of how seemingly impossible the situation is as long as I understand what is going on and have a plan in place that I can control regardless of the outcome of said plan I'm at my best. Some would say that I work best under pressure. I suppose that is probably the best way to put it.

The situations where I have no idea what is going on or as a result how to deal with it... I freak out. I have no idea how to handle a situation that I don't understand. I have a deep unsettling fear of the unknown. When I have no control over what is going on I just don't know how to react and the anxiety soars.

I'm in a place right now where the unknown is seriously staring me in the face. As I'm contemplating it the question arises. Do we ever really have control? Even with a plan in place. Is anything really under control?

So if we consider that we really never have control the question become then, is it the illusion of control that actually gives me peace? If so is that okay, or should I remind myself that even when I think I have control I really don't? Would that then cause me to freak out when I would normally be good or would it cause me to be at peace when I would normally freak out. Or to get even deeper on you would it be possible to develop a balance between the two so I stay a little worried and a little at peace during both stages? If you followed any of this you are indeed special. Just not sure if it is short bus special or genius special.

The point of all this is... Shit happens. It happens daily and sometimes it is really uncool. The thing is it isn't about what life throws at you, (and it will never stop throwing you one shitty storm after another) but rather how you decide to approach it.

Well Ladies, Gentlemen, and Those in Between; I won't be so silent in the coming days so be ready. Until then... BUBBLES!!!