Happy Holidays everybody!

I am sitting here and hoping that you are all in the company of loved ones over this holiday season.

I am with you in spirit.

:)

The Human Condition - Chapter 13

What it's like to be a man, I'll never know. What it's like to be a gay man however, I think I might have a clue.

I mean, it seems that women and gay men have the same issue: not hearing back from whomever they might have just spent a wonderful evening with, and that usually includes sex.

What's up with a man's detachment?

I say, ladies, let's play that game. Let us stop being disappointed when we don't hear back from 'that guy'. Let's stop imagining what could be, and just live in the moment.

Let's get detached.

There are so many men out there, why let one dude get you down when there are so many others that can just lift you right back up? And in my opinion, a guy shouldn't even be necessary to make you feel good about yourself (and certainly shouldn't make you feel bad!).

Yeah, I know, feeling wanted feels damn good, but again, don't let it get you down if he is foolish enough to think that you're not worth any more of his time. Cause I know the people who read this blog, and I gotta tell you, you rock.

So onwards and upwards my good people. Here's to getting through the day with a smile on your face, regardless of it all.

:)

Goodness Gracious

How has it been two weeks since I last posted? How is that possible?

To say the very least, things have been wonderful, and so I guess it's true; time does fly when you're having fun.

And things really do happen for a reason. Whatever those reasons are, life does cycle in and out of good and better moments, with some heavier ones in between.

It's hard to trust the world sometimes, but you have to do it. You have to trust people, you have to trust your surroundings, and you have to trust yourself. Without trust, there can be no confidence. Without confidence, there can be no success.

And today, I am feeling successful, and I know it's because I'm learning how to trust and be confident.

Finally.

To dance a dance

At 5:18pm on the 8 line of the Parisian metro tonight, an accordian band loaded the car that I was sitting in. They began to play, and I began to tap my foot. They began to clap and I began to nod my head. They began to jam out and I helped keep the beat. The man playing closest to me let go of his instrument, reached out to me, and motioned for me to get up and dance with him.

So I did.

And I danced in circles with the accordian man as the train passed from Madeleine to Concord to Invalides. I had no idea if people were watching or not. I have no idea what song we danced to. And I have no idea why I did it.

All I know is that I did. Just like I've done everything else in life. I just got up and took an opportunity by its hand. That's the only way I know how.