Intimacy Issues Part II: Demon Spawn
It’s become pretty clear that my notions of intimacy don’t lend themselves to, well, intimacy. Togetherness for a five hour stretch (two hours spent in a movie theater), followed by a week of e-mailing (breathing space) doesn’t bode well for life-long co-habitation…What am I afraid of? I guess I fear that at some point after five hours of togetherness with an S.O. (significant other) one of us will turn on the other like said other is demon spawn.
I tried to buy stamps from the stamp machine today when it rejected all of my money; bills, coins, everything. I turned to the long line that had formed behind me and expressed my plight like the earnest victim I am. They all looked at me in irritation for holding up the line, as if the stamp machine had a personal investment in rejecting my coins, and not theirs. I looked at them as if to say, “People, we’re in this together! Don’t you see?! This machine does not see me as separate from you…we are all one in the God’s stamp machine world. With a healthier &stronger body you will be enjoying cialis prices your sexual life to the fullest. ED also is associated with medical conditions such as stress, obesity, diabetes, arthritis, and a lot more conditions. levitra 10 mg Try not to take it, in the event that you choose to purchase medicines on the web, be exceptionally watchful! A few sites offer medications that may be dreadful if taken along with this medicine, which is an FDA-approved medicinal drug and prescribed broadly for treating sexual impotence in men. tadalafil no prescription As the corpus cavernosum fills with viagra canada overnight blood, the penis becomes erect. Help me so I don’t have to go upstairs and get different coinage you demon spawn!” What I got was blank stares…demon spawn, all of them (a pretty diverse group to, see the demon spawn comes in all shapes, sizes and races). Nobody bothered to dig through their purses for change or bills that they could exchange for my reject change and bills. So, I made a big show of holding up the line by continuing to plop in my reject change, just to annoy them. Yes, that’s how juvenile I am…I punish people for not doing what Jesus or Buddha or Deepak or Oprah would do.
How does anyone that juvenile experience intimacy? By calling those who irritate her demon spawn? I’m surely not ready for loving togetherness that exceeds a five hour stretch of conscious non-movie, TV, or sleep time.
Just for today, I can accept my issues with intimacy and my need to demonize God’s demon spawn.
