Hello, Out There

Your grandpa has a new toy. He's staying up in the wee hours to play with it even though he has an appointment early in the morning. The toy is wonderful. He should have purchased it long ago.

Anyway, he chuckled when noticed that after two years on the scene he "attracted" another follower of his blog, which makes it a grand total of two! At the grand old age of 62 and on his birthday no less, he suddenly realized that that love could be visualized by an older couple walking along the beach, while the tide tickled and tackled and tangled their ankles.  The couple have never forgotten that love demands a willingness to share and an acceptance of what happens to each other. Love is a brave choice. It is not something for the faint of heart or the immature. Maybe that is why one does not always come to know what love really is until they have reached old age and or matured. Love is a commitment and will never be fully realized until one learns that it is only realized by determination, persistence, and resolve. 

Okay, your grandpa didn't actually write all the words of the preceding paragraph. It came from a woman, somebody who was crazy and foolhardy enough to nurture some lingering affection for him. The words sound nice and eloquent and heartfelt, but the delivery and actualization of the sentiments portrayed by the words is an issue. He has painfully realized that love is really a delusion and highly conditional. Another woman self-righteously recently admonished him that he has been stupidly attracted to cunning, calculating, and selfish women. What does she think he is? A fool and a masochist? Nah, he is neither. He is simply too lazy and too kind to say No.

Last night, another realization dawned upon him. The bitches forgot him or stayed away from him because they thought they're better than he was. Fair enough. He did the same thing to those bitches who didn't measure up to his standards. Life is a chasing game. Meanwhile, we get lonely and frustrated and we eventually die. What the fuck! Don't be so uptight. Lighten up. And don't get so hung up with love and sex. Usually they bring you nothing but pain, loss of money, and diseases. Love is a delusion. And sex is boring and dirty and animalistic. Come to think of it, nothing beats artistic creations. They are lasting and they do bring joy and satisfaction. The preceding musings didn't mean your grandpa never had a deep, caring love or went through an intense sex session where the carnal pleasurers overwhelmed his sessions and threatened to cause a heart-attack for overexcitement and stimulation. So, he knew what the pleasures involving the flesh and the pleasant illusions and delusions brought on by the belief that he was loved. But, he also knew, from multiple experiences, the highs from artistic feelings and achievements are incredibly satisfying and ego-validating.
(to be continued)