Saturday, October 20, 2007

The Chicken or the Head

Disclaimer: This post is published by a befuddled soon-to-be 30 year old.

Is the correct order of event's in one's life career then marriage?

I suppose it's different for everyone but I repeatedly meet people who have lived different combinations and complain about or recommend their experience.

I've found it true that woman can be a source of self-confidence. They can help allay the fears associated with living life alone and help to satisfy sexual needs. Although others reveal that females can destroy the ego and negatively affect your business. Sex/love becomes an addiction rather than a comforting act.

One thing is certain, I am different person with a girlfriend. It's been a while since I've known the more patient side that a steady brings out in me. May be the time has come for one? If it happens, I just hope I am a better person with her around.

Monday, October 15, 2007

Happy Hour

During the trading week, thirsty young professionals, boys and girls alike, frequent the local well to enjoy a few pints of half priced ale. It's Five O'clock Happy Hour!

We enter high-stepping , no need to weave through the freestanding patrons, soon to be intoxicated and draped on each other. A swanky young yuppie loosens his tie while a young little thing caresses his chest, eyes locked on his mouth, head nodding, a hungry grin apparent on her flushed face.

Take notice of the "cougar" sitting on the bar stool, her left fingers wrapped around the stem of her Martini glass, her right fingers riding the rim. Forty-year old woman can be friendly and generous.

A perky blond winks to my right, a casual offering. To my left, a gnarly beast- "She's yours Jim". He agrees. The flanks acquire their targets and roll out as I approach the corner of the saloon. My back to the action, I slowly turn to the crowd and reveal my stance. I settle in and wait.

Omnidirectional

My title isn't just a type of recording technique. I've been trying to come up with a less critical way of describing my inability to focus of late. I do find the word scatterbrain to be useful but I imagine it applied better to a talkative disheveled professor or a flighty hippie with a carbonized corpus callosum. By describing my thoughts as omnidirectional, I re-establish the will and self-determination. My mind is as directed despite the occasional crossfire between desire and logic. Yes, I feel better having written this on my blog than as a song on my guitar.