Funny Thing About Breaking up : I have always been able to find humor in every situation, Its a gift and a curse, some might call me foolish but I think its a defense mechanism. Laughter guards me from harsh reality and gets me through to the pleasant aftermath without suffering. I laugh at people getting hurt only to comfort them and help them to their feet when they need a hand. When my uncle was dying I surrounded myself with laughter and good friends to relieve the thought of the greatest man I’ve ever known being taken. I laugh at it all off to a fault. What else does the Court Jester do when his heart is filled with pain? Does he retire, or take hiatus out west and come back with the greatest comeback album of all time? Right now it seems neither option will suffice.
In the beginning there was….. Oh wait that’s the wrong story!
In the beginning of my time with her its seemed like I could do no wrong choosing this route, she was my best friend, my entertainment, and my soul-mate (insert Napoleon Dynamite joke). As a free spirit I made my journey with a zig and a zag, dodging most obstacles while getting pelted by few. I lived my life on a lazy river sipping beer and wearing 30 spf to keep reality at bay. I made the choice to start this whole thing with a heavy heart, knowing that It would put me in a position to lose a lot, not only friends but freedom. With her invitation to ride, my lazy river was now a highway, cruising in the middle lane passing the slow pokes while the busy bodies passed with jealous grimaces piercing my tinted windows. I had that, I had that good stuff, the kind of stuff that’s in books. I had no desire to see romantic comedies because theirs had nothing on mine! We took a few exits on our way to this but it was never a worry because I knew we would be back on the road again soon. This exit has no rest stops, no restaurants, nothing but car lots, and an open door inviting me to step out onto the single lane dimly lit road. What the fuck! Is this where it ends? Is this where I begin the trip on my own? I didn't ask for this I just wanted some Funions! Why did I get ditched? I’ll get Fritto’s instead, I promise, anything, just come back, rescue me from my initial decision. Take me back to my river.
In the beginning there was….. Oh wait that’s the wrong story!
In the beginning of my time with her its seemed like I could do no wrong choosing this route, she was my best friend, my entertainment, and my soul-mate (insert Napoleon Dynamite joke). As a free spirit I made my journey with a zig and a zag, dodging most obstacles while getting pelted by few. I lived my life on a lazy river sipping beer and wearing 30 spf to keep reality at bay. I made the choice to start this whole thing with a heavy heart, knowing that It would put me in a position to lose a lot, not only friends but freedom. With her invitation to ride, my lazy river was now a highway, cruising in the middle lane passing the slow pokes while the busy bodies passed with jealous grimaces piercing my tinted windows. I had that, I had that good stuff, the kind of stuff that’s in books. I had no desire to see romantic comedies because theirs had nothing on mine! We took a few exits on our way to this but it was never a worry because I knew we would be back on the road again soon. This exit has no rest stops, no restaurants, nothing but car lots, and an open door inviting me to step out onto the single lane dimly lit road. What the fuck! Is this where it ends? Is this where I begin the trip on my own? I didn't ask for this I just wanted some Funions! Why did I get ditched? I’ll get Fritto’s instead, I promise, anything, just come back, rescue me from my initial decision. Take me back to my river.
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