Irony Is So Very Delicious Friday, June 15, 2007
Posted by T-Bomb in Thought, Women.trackback
It is surprisingly difficult to come up with a post for this page every day. Who would’ve thought? A paragraph or two here, a witty thought there, throw in an exclamation point and, voila! Another marvel of creative writing.
Yeah, right. It probably takes me a good hour to turn out one of the shorter postings and the long ones can take half a day. But this one today is different. This one wrote itself! I am finishing this up at half-past 4, central time, and what I am about to say literally happened in the last 2 hours.
I had a rare day off from work today, but I had to stop by the office to pick up some medical records pertaining to a research project I have been laboring in vain to complete. I was in the car, listening to music on my awesome iPod shuffle Kim bought me during a happier time, listening to, of all things, “The First Cut Is The Deepest” by Cheryl Crow, crossing through an intersection where one of the local highways discharges its burden of daily commuters, when a certain silver car stopped at the light caught my eye. I turned my head to the right to look and, sure enough, the face through the windscreen was one I recognized very well. It is a face that haunts my memories, my dreams, my soul.
Yes. While listening to Kimberly’s iPod playing a love song about still wanting someone by my side I drove right by her.
It gets better. I got home a mere half-hour later and received a call from a woman who I met a few days ago and with whom I had dinner plans with this evening. In her very sweet voice she informed me that she had to break our night’s engagement because, she said, she has been trying to get back together with her last boyfriend and did not feel right about seeing me.
Holy shit. First I see Kim, then I am stood up by a woman who is attempting to patch things up with her ex. I am not making this up; I could never think of something this good!
Kim, you wrote me once and said that you did not know what the future would hold between us and that, if we were meant to be together than it would somehow work out.
How is that for a sign that we are meant to be together?
Just to have the most complete experience as I read this post I put on Crow’s song. Felt like I was there. Good description. Only suggestion I would give on the writing to do a Whitman and to use the simplest word. Don’t use the 10 dollar word when a 5 dollar one will do.