Exploring the dark side of humanity to find the light.

what about me?

Posted by admin | October 30, 2019

I don’t know what I was doing, but Jynx was on the counter and being extremely lovable. You know, the whole cooing purr, leaning into you, and begging for attention. The dogs were outside was part of the reason he was wanting attention since they weren’t causing him to be anxious. He often is on the counter to get food, so I thought that might have been the cause of his over-attentiveness. But he wasn’t yelling, “feed me, human,” so he didn’t want food. (I think I had given him a snack not long before this, which might partly account for his good mood.)

I looked up from giving Jynx his attention to find a pair of brown eyes staring at me through the patio door. These were sad eyes, screaming, “What about me?” She didn’t make a move, just stared at me with longing. At first, I stared back, but it made me feel bad. I broke off eye contact and moved on shortly after that. I gave her some attention when she came in.

I’ve been fortunate to have many interests and hobbies through the years. I’ve been quite entertained. Many of these interests take hold of me and really take over aspects of my life. I guess that is my addictive personality. I’m also a dreamer.

One thing I enjoy is poker. I’ve studied it and played fairly well in certain settings. The thing is, it takes money to play and that is something I don’t have at the moment (damn mortgage and student loans). I do dream about hitting the World Series of Poker and going deep in some tournaments. The thing is that with my dream, I do have this part of me saying, “What about me?” If you haven’t guessed, that part is writing. I know that if I did ever play the big games, I’d spend my down time writing. That’s just who I am. I can’t stop writing for anything.

Zailey and writing can’t be ignored, at least for me. Do you have things in your life like that?


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