Don"t Be a Stranger....Don't Be Stranger?.....Could I Be Any Stranger?

Where is it that your support system can stand up and be recognized? Why is it that you can stick yourself out there and offer yourself up and in the end you are basking in the deep end of Eden's Irony Water park?

I tend to think of my social life as a series of intertwined circles where all my different groups of friends are on different circles and the common point is me. I know this plays right into the six degrees of separation theory but that's just how I see it.

The women that are on these circles (with few exceptions) that I have tried to form relationships with all seem to having one thing in common. They don't give a fuck about me. Even if they think or say they do they end up having the most obscure or sublime way of showing it.

I usually deal with like I do most other things and that is to find the humor in it. To add to them the list of characters out there on some intertwined circle that I can never seem to relate to but am always willing to help out.

I try to chock all this up as another learning experience and try not to harbor any Costanza like bitterness.

Miked

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Maybe It Was Dr. Seuss

Today I learned a lot about the who I am.
Today I learned a lot about the what I am.
Today I learned a lot about the why I am.
The who I am is me.
The why I am is me.
The what I am is me.
It's not so easy being me.
I need to keep learning.
Keep taking charge.
I need to keep growing.
I need to become the who I want to be.



Miked



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Moments of Growth Take Years of Evloution

A day of days.
A reckoning for certain.
If only there was scrutiny.
Reflections help clarify.
Open mind show reasons why.
Make the most of the opportunity.
Growth is right there for the taking.
Taking so long in the making.
Evolution can be painful.
When you're learning to be mind-full.

The Miked


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How Could I Afford Not To? (that is of course, if I had the money)

Not knowing things were different.
Wishing things weren't the same.
Why did you have to call?
No other place to lay blame.
Reflexes in check.
Some would say it was meddling.
And it is if you don't concern yourself.
I hope that not where you're from.
There's always a price to pay.
There's always something in it for you.
With a sale like this.
How could I afford not to?

Miked


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Frozen In Time

Sometimes life progresses so slow it is hard to realize that you may be moving forward. Couple this with the fact that everyone has a different opinion of what it means to be moving forward. I still find myself relating to the younger generations and sometimes feel that my social evolution train stopped somewhere around the time when I turned 25. Yet I have taken on all the other responsibilities of the typical 37 year old. I struggle to find exactly what this means and if this point of view somehow holds me back. I think often about the relationships I have bulldozed through and can't help to reflect that most of the time my maturity level was on par with the common 7 year old.

And then there is the other side of me that has kicked and scratched and clawed his mind out in order to keep up on the mortgage and other responsibilities of the modern 37 year old. This leads me to the question of why can't I put the same belief in my personal relationships as I can with all my other obligations?

I am not complaining I take complete ownership of my actions and for the most part look back on things with great fondness. I just find myself trying to put meaning on it all.

Miked




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That's Why

There is no need for this to go any further.
I can already tell that someone has staked their claim.
There is no need to apologize and 'nough said.
I see you carry the mark. The dowry paid.
Couldn't help but notice the friend you made.

Miked



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Springtime In Dunbridge (for all the lovers in the house)

I just finished the first mowing of the season. It is with this great ritual, the changing from snow plow to mower deck that I am reminded just how fortunate I am. Because I was again mowing the grass here at The Truckstop I must have made it through another winter. Winter seems to be the real test of will and wits alike here in the great Midwest. Couple this with the fact that this week marks the third year that I have not been gainfully employed. I would have never guessed in a million years that my life's script would have played out this way. Even though things remain frustrating on the employment front I have much to be thankful for. I could not have made it through this far without the love and support from friends and family. It is though the love and support from people like you, and you, and you, and you, and you and you and you and you oh and you too and you as well, and in the back yeah you, and you and you, and you and you, you and you and you and you and you. I love you all.

Miked



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