Fits like a glove.

Just. Show. Up.

Half the battle is won when you just show up.

The rest of the battle can be won or lost from there.

It’s what you have and what you do with it. It is what you say, and how you say it. It is how you serve and serve best the interest of your fellow man. Whether you like them or not.

I, for one, hope my last breathes when leaving this world flow smoothly alongside my thoughts. My good thoughts. Even when the going got tough, I never gave up. That every road block, and bump in my road, met with honesty and regard for those around me.

I don’t like surprises. I don’t like attractions. I don’t like opposites. In no particular order.

My heart generally does not either. Even though mine is strong one—for you, for me, for us. Nothing is perfectly sized, perfectly suited. A harsh reality. No wonder not a whole lotta folks are finding love nowadays. Some people don’t do the “out of the goodness of your heart thing” well.

And to some people it is the bible book story of their lives.

Sure. Love is a feeling. But it does not always feel good. Best remember that when you put your heart on the line for another person. Life and love can be won or lost in an instant.

We can be individual and still be ok. Really. The analogous individual glove fitting thought for the day. Who ever said that “it” was, has or will be perfect? Never one to buy into the “wine and dine” , “high, wide, handsome” crowd. The romance, the joining of two hearts that beat as one.

Because love, like life, is just plain messy. Messed up even. Tactical weapons of playing with another’s heart is playing with a weapon of mass destruction. Why do it? Why not do it?

The Bickersons want to know how you do it. We will answer them soon enough. For now, we have to ponder, contemplate and digest the plates of discontent before us. With white gloved precision.

The plates. Chipped, broken, not enough. Pass right under our nose along with the Worcestershire sauce. Nope. Not fair, prudent or right. We can smell it, we just cannot taste it.

Makes no difference who is romancing who. Or whom. The indifference lies in what is being played out. Under the table. Of the plates. Most likely that is not a table you be wantin’ to sit at anytime soon.

It is not worth the price of the meal ticket.

Chances are your lunch has already been eaten for you and you never knew it. Hangry is as Hangry does. I don’t like to play with people who do that to another. It’s mean.

I’ll share what I got. Have eaten my share of dog biscuits. And so far, I am alive to tell this fact to you now. All good. I’m good. A little short. But good. We are all good in the shapes and sizes that we are.

Let’s just stop trying to steal at the tables. Someone always starts with an advantage. Best to not think of ourselves as all that and a bag of chips, lest we be the one eatin the “mighty” crumbs and humble pie.

I learned that from my “Sister Saturday”, who brought along her sister to teach me a thing or two about what I thought. And I love my Sister Saturday for that. Because I did not know what I did not know. Call it romance if you choose.

I call it mutual respect and love for a fellow man. And before you get all wok-ey. It means a fellow person. Believe it or not, I pray everyday, for the one day, when it does not matter what the heck a person “looks like”.

Until then. Welcome to the madness. The introverted, ambiverted, extroverted madness that is the “We”. The edgey, wedgey “We”.

There are fast talkers and there are fast talkers. There is a difference between rambling and rambling on. Depends on the circumstances. Some folks do not feel like they fit in anywhere. They do. They just have not found their proper place yet. Their proper place setting.

The kids are getting hungry. Let’s get to them before they become, Hangry. As a member of society. It is our duty. It should be our motivation to leave this place in better condition. Than when we arrived, or think we arrived. Because when we were so busy “arriving”, someone else was struggling, yet we did not notice.

So a plan was come up with that was just plain.

Ridiculous.

Changing the narrative, comparing, collating identities as if they were not human. Which yes, is inhumane. And many persons, just followed along thinking the people is charge we’re just being,

Nice.

I am here to tell you it is the opposite of nice.

The people in charge have lost their noodles.

And they were and are a comin’ for your

Noodle.

And.

Noodles.

For some the check had been cashed so long ago. They forgot who they served. Because they were being served by someone they did not vet to be in their lives. And this causes a long suffering situation for those who are left behind.

Destined to never have the chance to play catch up. That is not a destiny to impose upon your worst enemy much less your fellow man.

I know this may sound all “touchy, feely”-just-bring-me-the-burger and-shut-up. But it is not right, or correct for some to have had the opportunity to “buy in” to a system while others ended up the ones being served.

As in “you’ve been served”.

And it is a serving of emptiness both tangible and intangible. That is just plain mean.

So next time you take a bite out of anyone, or anything. Please think twice. How lucky you are to have gotten to where you are. And more importantly about who or whom you had to bowl over to get there.

It matters.