This odd duplicity of being able to understand humanity and yet, be completely different beings as animals is puzzling and makes me check the bottom of my glass. After yet another righteous heartbreak and degrading experience where I had to, yes, had to, beg and ask for more punishment, I was dealt the final blow with the obvious overriding importance of a video game on the other end of the line. So, it's not that he's married, it's not that he's mean, it's that he's playing a video game on the phone while my heart is breaking. Now that is degrading.
So much for guys. I WILL leave them alone, but why do they leave me alone? Or why don't they. And suddenly, the perfect creation of love jumps up to give me an expression of sheer affection and love. Now, why, think I, would I want to be with one of those things on the phone when I can spend my life receiving absolute pure affection? God, cats, elephants and bears don't lie much. How refreshing.
Okay, so maybe the cat CAN say "Uh-huh" and "Me,too" in guttural sounds, but she's just communicating with me as I can understand her. The wierd thing is she KNOWS that. Just as I communicate with her as a cat would. It's kind of simple, it's called communication. What is it about men and animals that make communicating with the beasts of the world so much more interesting and joyful? Why didn't God, or Adam, or Eve, or somebody make relationships between men and women so difficult.
After swearing off men for life, I gleefully accept an incoming phone call from a jerk from my past, as if the time passed has made him a sudden gift of perfection rather than the dirtbag that locked me out of the hotel room on vacation without a dime in my pocket on the Tamiami Trail at the Best Western? Do you know what it's like to entertain oneself with the waffle maker for 3 hours waiting for the manager to arrive at work to give a special permission to get a room without paying for it, which of course at precisely 9 AM, she denies. Oh my God. Hitchhike? Cab it to the ATM? Wait, last time I looked, there was only $6 in my cup of bounty. Ummm.
Does anyone know of a hospital in the area? Where's my cat, I'm thinking? And I paid for this? Why not just talk to my cat and risk a padded room and a small carton of milk? God, never agin. 'Prolly. No way.
And that was it until I forgave him 30 seconds ago for support. I'll never see him again anyway. Oh, God, do I have to see this heel? I'm going out to find another one. Where's my cat? "I'll be back in an hour, or so, sweetie, just an hour."