Pardon the Interruption
Monday, August 21, 2006
We all know that after a few drinks something happens to our souls. We either are the loneliest being on the planet desiring that someone was there to hold back out hair and tell us all will be fine after the vile brown liquor has relinquished its claim. ‘Sir, Jim Beam is here; he’s brought a battalion with him. Let him have his way with our kidneys. You can have our liver but you can never have our Big Toe.’ Or we become the most affectionate being there can be. A cross between a raver on X and a cat in heat. What it comes down to is we want contact, some sort of contact. Physical, emotional, what have you.
There was a man who was convicted in Japan recently arrested for making almost 40,000 calls to operators. He didn’t harass them, make lewd comments or anything that could get someone arrested (which is becoming way too much recently). All this desolate man did was ring the operator and silently wait on the line to hear their “kindly voices.” Reaching out to just feel attached. Grant it he took it to a level of weirdness that is usually reserved for those who have names for every freckle on their body, but I can relate.
So yeah, what I’m getting at it that even though we are hanging out with others here, enjoying the sights, and making the most of it there are times, like this weekend, when the missing of what was hits us. Now, no one start worrying out there for us, we are fine, its just every now and again, for no reason at all we miss you all. Most of the time, we are happy that we don’t have to see you with the big piece of parsley sticking out of your teeth, but then we miss the way you get giddy after having a handful of M&Ms. I thank the days I don’t have to hear you say ‘because that’s the way I roll’, but then for some ungodly known reason I want to hear your version of Queensryche. Insanity I know, but it’s the truth.
In short thanks and sorry to all those that got the late night (well late night for me) emails. Just so you know, the late night emails don’t work as well as the late night phone calls. I’m surprised that I even able to string together letters, let alone words. And to those that got calls, it was exactly the medicine we needed. And I’m sure there will be times when we need another fix, so be good little scouts and be prepared.
Now back to regularly scheduled programming.
posted by Don Taylor @ 11:47 AM,
