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Before we get to this week’s little nugget of wisdom, a quick announcement from the bulletin board. SWE III is ten days away and I plan to be at one of the many midnights showing in Dallas. Hope to see you there. Also, there is a sci-fi expo the weekend of May 14-15th that I will helping out at. http://www.scifiexpo.com/. I’m sure it’ll be the perfect warm-up to the movie. And now on to this week’s peek at the truth and the light… Too much time on my hands and this happens… May 8th is Mother’s Day and as I am writing this to my loyal readers my Mom is enjoying the bouquet of lilies I sent her earlier this week. I live three hours away and couldn’t make it to down to see her so flowers seemed like a pretty good substitute. I’m sure she understands, and would rather I be there, but such is life. And that got me to thinking. Such is life. It’s a true statement that really doesn’t mean a whole lot of anything. I mean life goes on, one day at a time, throw in any cliché you like and it all sounds the same. It is what it is. I live three hours away from my family. My life moves on and so does theirs. Separately, I feel obligated to throw in here. I am a single guy in his late 20s who only has his roommate, a cat, a few close friends, and his job. And the cat came with the roommate. As you can tell this last week has been full of that fun little thing no one should attempt without alcohol and maybe a little porn handy, introspection. One of my sisters is pregnant again. My cousin had a little boy a few weeks ago. I have two weddings to attend in the next year and such is life. My sisters have a total of seven boys and a girl, along with a slew of extended family and their beautiful little children. Such is life. Don’t get me wrong. I am very happy. My life is one big candy store and anything I could possibly want is just a few aisles away. But lately I can’t help but notice a bit of an echo when I walk through the store. It gets a little lonely here in Dana land and the people that come and go in the store only stay for a few minutes, barely long enough for a “hi, how ya doing.” Call it my biological clock or my inner child, but I am missing that person to come home to, the person that needs me as much as I need them. I want a serious relationship that may eventually go someplace. Someone to hang out in my little candy store if you will. So maybe I am not completely happy.
"Hanging out with two of my favorite girls"
I recently read an article in Time Magazine that focused on
a strange new phenomenon in men my age called “tweeners”.
These are men in their late twenties and in their early
thirties who refuse to buy into the idea that we have to
grow up, get a career, settle down with that girl down the
road, and have children. We still have our Xbox’s, Star Wars
collectibles and every little electronic toy we can get our
hands on.
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