Monday, November 28, 2005
You were my shelter from the pouring rain, you were my comfort even before the pain
A while back I made a stupid post about rudely answering my Bluetooth device. First, I must say that I'm often annoyed by how rude people are with their mobile phones. Often. So, on the day I posted that, I was taken aback when the rude guy was me. I was working outside in the yard and had stopped to talk to my neighbor. I have one of those Bluetooth earpieces and had it in my earhole at the time. It rang. I answered. The look on my neighbor's face must have mirrored the one I've given people a hundred times. You know, the people who talk loudly right next to your table at a restaurant and the people who drive stupidly because they can't do two things at once and the people who answer the phone during a seminar or a meeting or in the fucking toilet. I was them to her. She was right. I was wrong. My sister was on the line, though. She's my baby sister, but she's like a lifeline to me sometimes. She knows me like no one else. She gets me. I think she may have known I was gay before I did. We talk all the time. That little earpiece has been great for that. I can clean and cook and pay bills and iron and yeah, maybe pee while we talk. Or not talk. You do that? We'll just be on the line, silent. I'm doing something. She's doing something like maybe feeding her kid (or nursing in the old days). No talking sometimes. For a long time. So I picked sissie over my neighbor, like a schmuck. I needed to talk/not talk, as we do. Anyway, after I was rude with the Bluetooth, I restyled it into a post where I justified answering when I may have been boning some dude. Almost no responses from y'all. Why am I telling you this now when the post died a just and natural death? For one, I'm blessed to have the sisters I have, always there to provide comfort and shelter. My love for them is unparalleled. Second, that post was misinterpreted by one kind soul and for the first time that I know of, this weightless fluff called Pipedreams hurt someone. Kills me. I may talk tough at times, but please know that I'm innocuous. I mostly aim to please. Also? I'm blunt and rarely oblique. No need for inference. Sorry. That's all, then.