Second base shuffle.
“Kids,”
We all long for some “Love, Sex, & Magic” in our lives. We’re like “Tigers In The Fire,” cats in heat, when we first find it. The world is brighter than ever before. “Lights & Music” seem to accompany our every mundane move. Even the quartz in the sidewalk sparkles like “White Diamonds” as we bound along the same path down which we once trudged morosely towards work. We “Can’t Stop Feeling” so damn wonderful.
Until they “Bale Out.”
It’s never us, it’s always them; but still – for a while the only jig we can muster is the Thank-Gawd-That-Cheating-Ass-Hat-Didn’t-Give-Me-An-”STD Dance.” Yet, no matter how irreparably “Damaged” we may believe our psyches to be, try to “Stand Back” for a moment. Upon introspection we realize they were just a compliment, not the key to a fulfilling existence. We don’t need anyone else. We just want someone to want to be there for us and want us to be there for them at those times in this rich life of ours when we really do have to ask for help.
“Mony Mony!” They shout as soon as they see how our vivacity has not only endured, but intensified.
Too bad, fool. “Shut Up And Let Me Go.” It’s our turn to issue the dismissal.
What confidence this self-respect imbues. From “Dusk Till Dawn,” never again will anyone take away the knowledge that we got it going on. No one can make us feel “Bad” without our permission. They’re sure to “Hypnotize” some other unsuspecting peer, but we know just “Any Love” won’t do.
It might be years before we meet someone with whom we will share an intrinsic bond. We can try to force it, “COME ON! Please. Now, while “I’m In Miami Bitch,” but the Universe shan’t be coerced. Ain’t nothin’ we can do but enjoy a whole lot of “Lovin’, Touchin’, Squeezin’” in the meantime.
Let us commence by dancing ourselves to second base.
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