{"id":12,"date":"2005-03-30T01:15:00","date_gmt":"2005-03-30T01:15:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/beltdrivebetty.com\/wyzwmnsworld\/?p=12"},"modified":"2010-09-29T18:31:17","modified_gmt":"2010-09-30T01:31:17","slug":"coming-to-take-me-away","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wyzwmn9444.live-website.com\/?p=12","title":{"rendered":"coming to take me away…."},"content":{"rendered":"

when I get to reading someone else’s blog<\/span>
I always seem to start out <\/span>
with a feeling of guilty pleasure<\/span>
like some sort of vicarious peeping tom <\/span>
<\/span>
I start out with the altruistic thought <\/span>
that I can somehow come to understand this person<\/span>
thru the words on the page…<\/span>
<\/span>
but what really happens<\/span>
is that I come to understand<\/span>
that the thing that makes us different <\/span>
is the very thing that makes us the same<\/span>
<\/span>
our need for love <\/span>
and all the variations of same<\/span>
<\/span>
people cloak the need for love <\/span>
in all different manners<\/span>
some with jokes<\/span>
some with sex<\/span>
some with food<\/span>
some with guilt<\/span>
some with fat<\/span>
some with abstinence<\/span>
some with shopping <\/span>
some with shame<\/span>
some with wit<\/span>
some with vitriol<\/span>
some with sugar<\/span>
some with anger<\/span>
some with nothing<\/span>
some with the undying belief <\/span>
that there truly is a happily ever after <\/span>
<\/span>
so <\/span>
did ya ever ask any of them happily every after’s<\/span>
just what the fuck they thought about us? <\/span>
<\/span>
those of us valiant few <\/span>
who made the decision <\/span>
to never compromise<\/span>
to hold the line<\/span>
to live our meager existence <\/span>
to the fullest<\/span>
alone? <\/span>
<\/span>
Don’t laugh now…it ain’t funny <\/span>
<\/span>
we really ain’t that different you and I<\/span>
“if you cut me do I not bleed?”<\/span>
yup…just you, me and Othello <\/span>
<\/span>
it’s not like there haven’t been chances…<\/span>
do I not have an ex named Dan?<\/span>
and a double ex named Davie?<\/span>
and a triple ex named Ron?<\/span>
in retrospect,I’m glad I never actually married any of em…<\/span>
<\/span>
sound’s pretty bad <\/span>
when you put it that way<\/span>
but truly 3-10 year relationships <\/span>
for an almost 50 year old woman<\/span>
ain’t such a bad record <\/span>
<\/span>
and also truthfully<\/span>
for a sick, tired, old, bald broad<\/span>
I still get my share of offers<\/span>
go figure? <\/span>
<\/span>
but here’s what I’ve come to understand<\/span>
at the ripe old age of 49 <\/span>
when I was young <\/span>
and had waist long hair <\/span>
and<\/span>
legs up to here<\/span>
and <\/span>
a tiny waist<\/span>
and <\/span>
big round breasts<\/span>
and black brown eyes<\/span>
and men and women <\/span>
followed me around like puppies<\/span>
<\/span>
I was insecure <\/span>
<\/span>
then came the accident <\/span>
to my face<\/span>
the new cheekbone and nose<\/span>
and the more of the scars <\/span>
(the visible one’s anyway) <\/span>
<\/span>
in a split second my life changed <\/span>
<\/span>
so I worked and worked <\/span>
and worked some more<\/span>
to get back to hotness <\/span>
<\/span>
and when I did <\/span>
it didn’t matterbecause<\/span>
I was still insecure<\/span>
<\/span>
I could never beleive <\/span>
they wanted me <\/span>
for me<\/span>
<\/span>
the focus has always been <\/span>
the looks<\/span>
if not mine <\/span>
then the look I present to others <\/span>
<\/span>
and then way more life happened<\/span>
(too much for this pitiable tale)<\/span>
here I am 30 years later<\/span>
<\/span>
and twice the size I once was<\/span>
and bald<\/span>
weak brown eyes<\/span>
<\/span>
still insecure<\/span>
<\/span>
so <\/span>
<\/span>
I gotta laugh<\/span>
I gotta laugh<\/span>
cos…they may be coming to take me away…<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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