Who's your buddy? Everybody needs one. Only Dirty Harry liked to work alone, and that's because he was always getting partners shot. They liked him to work alone too.
"Go ahead, shoot my co-star…"
BANG!
"Ahhh…."
That's how Harry rolled. Good for him. I hope somebody smothers him with that ugly plaid jacket. Loner bastard, makes the rest of us look bad.
So who's your Buddy? I found out last night I don't have one. I'm like Harry, but I swear I dress better, and no, my villains don't kill my costars, right now they are my costars. Yeah, I know I lose 5 friendly divorce points for that one: go back 3 squares. I suck at the game of divorce.
Friday it rained here. Normally I buy groceries and sit by the fountain-that-is-now-a-Christmas-Tree to write Friday nights. It was raining that night; it was too wet to play; there would be no writing for me that very cold rainy day. So I wandered the empty Vons and went home. Sorry, Vons, for you not California readers, is a grocery store. Think A&P or Piggly Wiggly. Why is this important? Work with my, you'll see a pattern soon. It's dot to dot time.
I was really busy Saturday night. I worked until 6am, and I didn't get up to go to church Sunday. I've been busy all week. Now normally, busy is good, but then there are those other times when you forget. You forget about other things in life that you'll remember when you take a breath.
I took my breath around 6:30pm, and lost my wind. The dark divorce depression set in. I'm alone. I haven't seen another person since the Wednesday before Thanksgiving. It's like a bad 80's post apocalypse movie. I'm busy, but for what? For who? What will it matter? Yeah, you can see where this line of thought is leading, and it too, is as bad as an 80's post apocalypse movie. Sad Rob: The on the Road to Divorce Road Warrior. Co-starring: Bob Hope and Bing Crosby--Both dead. No funny dialogue, just divorce ichor and death attar.
Who's your buddy? I don't have one. Oh, it's not like somebody, who should have been there, let me down; that would have been cool, 'cuz then I could blame them. Blame is good when you're in a dark funk. I know people, but I don't have any emergency contacts. There's nobody I can call out of the blue and go "AHHHH!!"
I tried one name, but that was more the pin the tail on the donkey approach to support. I was so surprised when I didn't get a response.
"That's because nobody cares about me…" Yeah, it's pretty pathetic.
When I was in high school I used to wrestle. Whenever we were in a match and in trouble, the couch would yell "Find your buddy!" That meant, get outside the ring. When you crossed the line to the outside, the ref blew the whistle, and you'd restart in a better place than where you were when you crossed out.
That's what this is. Get a buddy. Find somebody you can talk to or trust, because no matter how great things are, those black days will hit. It's good to have somebody on your side when it happens.
Who's your buddy?
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