I’d say we are on the cusp of world war, but no world is coming to save us.
People are being attacked and dying abroad because of my idiot orange-hued neighbor.
Planes are being shot out of the sky. As I throw last-minute items into my suitcase.
I wasted the last third of 2019 being in my head, wondering why I had to be the casualty in other people’s wars on themselves. I don’t want to worry away 2020, wondering when Mar-a-Lago is going to get nuked.
In any event, before I board/land, I have one thing to say.
I need to revise an earlier statement. He didn’t break my heart.
I break my own heart, time and again. I ain’t sharing that credit with anyone.
I was disappointed, yes. Surprised. Mystified, even. But not broken.
I also wish I hadn’t said she terrorized me. That isn’t true. What she doesn’t know is that I saw her out in public. Twice. But I didn’t approach. I think the fear was what would happen there.
What I didn’t expect was that I saw someone I have some things in common with. Someone who has what she says she wants. Someone who has things that are not meant for me. Someone who, if I were to be 100% honest, really had nothing to worry about with me for reasons they will never know.
In any event, I wanted to travel again. I got my wish. Just a shame that I share an airport with the dumbass with an $80 million bounty on his head.
Just gonna breathe and pray for an uneventful flight. All other blessings are a bonus. And I’ll cherish them all.