I am not ashamed to admit that I throw shade. Sometimes, I toss out a small sliver of shade just for something to do. On other occasions, I throw massive amounts of shade and wait quietly for it to disrupt someone's emotional ecosystem.
Dear Ladies In My Harem,
It has been brought to my attention that some of you think that I am playing favorites.
I can assure that I am not. I show you all the same amount of disrespect and disregard.
Just because I may post a photo of us together on social media does not magically remove the dysfunction from our relationship.
Hell, I might even marry one of you. But, rest assured I am not ever going to be a faithful husband.
And why should I have to be?
I have a full-time harem around waiting to take their turn with me.
Do you understand the kind of boost that fact alone gives my ego?
It is like no kind of high which I have ever experienced.
Seriously, please do not cry or fret over what I am giving to the other harem members.
It's true. I have no real friends. Instead, I have people in my life whom function in a friend-like capacity. There are times when I long to be in the throes of an authentic friendship but, then I recall how messy those types of associations can be.
All in all, they require to much soul-searching and well, authenticity. There is no room for any of that in my life.
Soul Mediator: Some cases are too bizarre to be believed. This case definitely falls into that category. It revolves around a concerned father finding one of his son's ex-girlfriends named Tara on the astral plane. His sole intent was to convince the young lady to give his son a second chance. Sam is convinced that his son, Kevin has made a terrible mistake in cutting this particular young lady loose. He spoke to his son about this to no avail. He decided to take matters into his own hands by going on the astral plane to discuss this with her directly. I interviewed both the father and son at the same time. It was a highly charged conversation to say the least.
How did this all begin?
My son has such potential. He's always been brilliant when it comes to books and concepts. But, in the romance department, let's just say he has a hard time discerning a good woman vs. a not so good one.
How do you feel about what your father just said abo…
We are all standing together on the pier. Strangely enough, it does not feel awkward and there is a decided lack of hostility as well. You don't know me...you just know of me. It is the same for me. I have only heard bits and pieces about you.
He walks up slowly to you and gazes into your eyes. The children are dancing around you both. I turn away because watching this intimate scene makes me feel even more like an interloper. My car is parked a scant 50 feet away. You are both so into one another that it is highly doubtful that my exit would register.
I head to my car and his hand touches mine. You and the children stare at me wordlessly. I can feel traces of confusion, disappointment, and a bit of anger coming from all of you.
I look up into whiskey colored eyes which are assessing me earnestly. No words are spoken. But, I know what he is trying to communicate. We were always good like that. Picking up on one another's cues without either party saying a word.