Anyone is welcome to submit a Guest Blog Entry to torontomike.com. I received the following submission earlier today.
Anger Flys Away on the Wings of Time
Over the weekend, I posted guest blogs (on my own website) from two of my most favorite people - unfortunately they are both dead. (Does this suggest that I need to find a new circle of friends?)
Actually...it's sometimes comforting to have posthumous heroes as friends. They never let you down. Living friends can be so pretentious sometimes. It's always "me-me-me" (meaning them) - I get sick of it! It might just be a midlife crisis, but I find that friendship fallouts can really take their toll on me some days.
Today for example; I was trying to mend the "burning-bridge-of-friendship" with someone in my life, but I didn't want to capitulate the way I usually do. I wanted to achieve a fair and meaningful reconciliation. As I waded into my explanation of why I was upset, I could hear that tiny, disconsenting voice in my head reminding me - "Marty...you are making no fucking sense!" (Her confounded grin and rolled-back eyes should have been my first clue) I carried on - cautiously assuring myself that I was on the right path - but by the end of it, I was confused too and certainly unconvinced that I had repaired anything. In fact, I was pretty sure that my disjointed ramblings had only exacerbated the fire. What to do now?
The irony of it all is that the matter is so trivial and pales in comparison to the actual value I place on the friendship, that to bring it up again, would border on ludicrous. You'd think I was asking for a kidney or something! All I wanted was an apology.
Marty
Women. You can't live with 'em. Pass the beernuts.
