Archive for October, 2013

Do you like the flick of my hand?

Dating and personal quirks! EEK!



I’m sure you’re aware that every man, guy or boy has unique quirks that make him who he is. I’m also sure you’re aware that some of these traits are the reasons for nicknames, stories, and inevitably how you describe your ex when the relationship has ended. Well, I’m here to tell you that this is not only one of the most common things to discuss with your girlfriends; it’s clearly one of the most fun things.

I’m here to tell you how a flick of the wrist lasted as one ex’s identifier for years after we had broken up. While he and I would eat dinner, he would open his palm, spread his fingers and flick across his body quickly to form his hand into a point. He would do this to ask me to pass the salt, point directions to anyone if they asked, and always… always…

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When Autumn Leaves Start to Fall

A tough subject spoken off intimately…


changing leaves

I don’t know why it’s hitting me so hard, this seasonal change.  Maybe because last autumn was so hard.  Tony’s mental health had already started to deteriorate by then, but the last two or three months were often spectacularly difficult.  He was having what I can only describe as paranoid delusions.  He feared that everyone was after him, that so many things that would have meant nothing to someone not in the throes of serious mental illness were ominous to him, signals that the world at large was sending him messages.  A red tee shirt meant the person wearing it was part of a conspiracy.  Anybody riding a bicycle was suspect too.  Any pair of people, because the number 2 meant something.  Most colors – red was the first, but as the autumn progressed other colors joined in – blue, green, pink.  Toward the end, especially pink.  And then on…

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