I’ve been called delusional more than once in my life, and probably thought to be so many more times than have been said; that’s cool. I’ll believe what I’m going to believe, and you do the same; that’s part of what makes this world go ’round. I’ll tell you what… sitting back, looking at people out there today, I think many folks can be classified in this category. What exactly does delusional mean? Based on having faulty judgment; mistaken. Hey, definitely been wrong before; if that’s the case, then aren’t we ALL delusional at one time or another?
On this Valentine’s Day, I’m talking about another type of delusional. Maybe that’s not even the right term for it, but when I woke up at about 1am on Monday night/Tuesday morning, I wasn’t feeling quite right. My stomach was rumbling like a volcano about to erupt; I’ll save you the gory details, but let’s just say, it began to flow from both ends freely for the rest of the night. Safe to say, I didn’t get much sleep; I was having a hard time breathing too. I was in bad shape. Kind of felt like that Sopranos episode, where Tony was really sick, imagining stuff, like his beautiful neighbor next door, who really didn’t exist. Through his dreams he also realized some truths, more specifically, that Big Pussy was a rat. Sorry to ruin it for those of you who haven’t seen it, but if you haven’t seen Sopranos by now, I can’t help you. But yeah, by about 6am, I realized I was done for; started sending emails out, cancelling meetings, etc… barely recall doing so. I spent the next 24 basically laying down on either the couch, the bed, or in the bathtub. Fun stuff…
So much for a romantic Valentine’s Day; not sure how romantic things can get with a 10 year old around, but certainly more so than me eating a half a bowl of soup by myself at the kitchen table. Thankfully, I was able to make some stops with my boy the day before, making sure to get things lined up for the day; glad I didn’t wait until the complete last minute… Yeah, we exchanged gifts and cards with each other; it was nice… as nice as it could be. I remember our first Valentine, oh, guess it has to be 21 years ago now. My wife to be was sick as a dog; she still trucked it out to dinner that evening… she’s a trooper. Although things didn’t get so romantic that day either, understandably so. Plenty of time for that, right?
Well, getting back in the mix now, little by little. All my crazy dreams and visions have came and went; I’m back where I should be, zeroed in on the present and the future. Although there have been a number of events that have made me go back lately in my head, and at the same time, have made me think of the end; long time for that though. Let’s keep it in the present and “near” future; that’s a lot better… I think…
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