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every 'good' writer has a point to writing, well that makes me NOT a good writer, but here's a state of the union address of random musings and points to ponder. everything hits at once like spoon says, but when does it stop hitting?

i've come to the dreaded fork in the road in many aspects of my life, unfortunately being a high strung individual, either road doesn't seem like its more or less work, because things are what you make of them. i tend to make good at what i do, but there is self inflicted emotional baggage and stress that follows me any and everywhere i go. i've got two headhunters looking for me a job in europe, studying, transitioning out of a role at the non-profit i help with, and if that all works out, i sell my vdub, and i'll be vacationing to all sorts of places, hoping the socialists don't tax all my money away. i suppose the road 'more travelled' is a domestic job, job follows pmp cert, place of my own to live follows new job, and it will be 5 minutes away from where i work.

love gets you in the gut. last friday night i spent the evening downing a few beers on the patio, playing chess on the internet, and also having a talk with my close friend erin from age six, and damn she puts things into perspective. we talk about love and fidelity, and boil it down to, and most have probably heard this before, but it was new to me.....'the man needs to feel respected, the woman needs to feel loved', basically in some way shape or form....or some shit is hitting some fan.....seems easy i suppose, i ask her 'what's my problem', and she says that i'll have to go thru an 'adjustment' phase in which i have to adjust to being a 'boring' person before i can choose to be a domesticated person. i understand her point, point taken, but my counter-question is where does the color go once people are committed. in gaining security and stability, why is charisma and color lost? why do the single chicks wear 'belly shirts' and committed chicks opt for comfort? do people who decide to be committed sit back and think....hmmm 'where will this be in 5 years, how bout 10, how bout 20' and make their decisions with future implications in mind? sure things have gotten harder in life, my momma and daddy lived acrossed the street from each other, and fell in love and made a practical love work, being great mates for each other, and for sure great parents to all 8 of us kids. but at this day and age, the flat world, hot or not, eharmony, and all the sinnin' and lustin' goin' on at the bars, there is an abundance of choice and temptation, hence, 'true love' is truly something special these days. true love is when your gal can look at the chick wearing the 'belly shirt' and not feel insecure that her man wants to 'hit that sh*t.' when it's right, a nice butt will only get you by for 15 minutes, after that, you have to stand for something. it comes down to inspiration....someone who leaves the stars in your belly, or the butterfly feeling in the stomach..... i think that's the case.

uncertainty is in the air in my life, tis' a blessing and a curse. the love bug is also in the air, mike d....hold out on me brotha, you are the only one left!