Missing the Point

Today I found myself locked in a somewhat garrulous exchange about how I should have shown up for Cycle for Survival. My friend kept insisting despite my thought that charity is a personal choice that it was an obligation on my part to participate in the cause that unites many of us at the health club I belong to.  I tried to explain that for personal reasons I choose to do my part donating platelets for cancer victims. In this way I feel my charity comes from my blood instead of from my pocketbook. I have no quarrel with how anyone chooses to partake in a chosen charity but no one no one can tell me how to do it.  I have explained why I feel Cycle for Survival was not my choice but my friend insisted that I was missing the point. My arrogance was boiling over but instead of letting it scald anyone including myself I held my tongue. 

Maybe I am just too long in the tooth and combined with the fact that I am an alcoholic I resent anyone telling me what I must or should have done. Fact is I have participated in my health club with tremendous enthusiasm especially over the last 3 years. And for anyone to tell me that my absence from that particular gathering was a gaffe on my part seems even to the casual observer overblown. I like to think though that I am open and not closed off to anyone’s opinion but in this case my opinion rules because it’s mine not anyone else’s. 

She's So Mean

 She’s So Mean 

Song and Lyrics by Matchbox 20  

I kn-kn-know a girl
She gets what she wants all the time
Cause she’s fine
But for an angel, she’s a hot, hot mess
Make you so blind
But you don’t mind

Cause she’s an uptown, get-around, anything-goes girl
She’s a hardcore, candy-store, give-me-some-more girl

She’ll make you take her to the club, but then she leaves with her friends
She likes to stay late at the party cause the fun never ends
And all her clothes are on the floor, and all your records are scratched
She’s like a one-way ticket cause you can’t come back

Sayin’ yeah, and you want her
But she’s so mean
(You’ll never let her go, why don’t you let her go?)
Yeah, and you want her
But she’s so mean
(You’ll never let her go, why don’t you let her go?)

You kn-kn-know that if you don’t shut your mouth
She’ll freak out
You better get your shit together
Cause she’s bringing you down, now
Yeah, boy, you better, you better

Cause she’s an uptown, get-around, anything-goes girl, girl
She’s a hardcore, candy-store, give-me-some-more girl, girl

She’s got a wicked sense of humor, can’t believe what she says
She drinks Bacardi in the morning till it goes to her head
And all you want is just to hold her, but she don’t go for that
She has a hard time coming when she can’t hit back

Sayin’ yeah, and you want her
But she’s so mean
(You’ll never let her go, why don’t you let her go?)
Yeah, and you want her
But she’s so mean
(You’ll never let her go, why don’t you let her go?)

Every now and then she makes you just a little bit crazy
She’ll turn the knife into your back and then she’s calling you ‘baby’
Crazy

She’ll make you take her to the club, but then she leaves with her friends
She likes to stay late at the party cause the fun never ends
And all her clothes are on the floor, and all your records are scratched
She’s like a one-way ticket cause you can’t come back

Sayin’ yeah, and you want her
But she’s so mean
(You’ll never let her go, why don’t you let her go?)
Yeah, and you want her
But she’s so mean
(You’ll never let her go, why don’t you let her go?)
Yeah, and you want her
Yeah, you want her
Yeah, I know how you want her, but she’s so mean
(You’ll never let her go, why don’t you let her go?

We all know a girl like that or maybe a guy like that. Someone that is ostensibly one to stay away from but fortunately-unfortunately for us we are strangely drawn to.  Could it be its because they are so unlike what we think we are like? Or do they possess those character defects-assets we wish we had or had the balls to lay claim to. 

And don’t we just know that they always seem to be able to get away with it? We say God if we had the audacity to even do or say half the things they do we would have our head handed to us or have our mouths washed out with soap. What is it about them? Is it just their charisma? Their devil may care attitude? Or is it that they just know what they want and they’re not afraid to go and get it? Can we take a page out of their book? That’s the real acid test because if we do dare to be devil may care we have to have the gonads to see it all the way through and not be shrinking violets when the words of protest from those that know and love us will undoubtedly be spoken. We have to be convincing if we ever have any hope of pulling off what we secretly want to be able to. Of course it’s jumping outside the proverbial box but the payoff could be huge. Consider the downside and if you think you’re prepared then take the leap off the diving board headfirst. You know you want to.