I’m not sure when it happened or how.. but suddenly my social life has been suspiciously active. I say suspicious because, me being me, I know me, and If I was not me, meeting me and then spending time with me, I know that me that is not me would more than likely strangle me that is me simply because I would only be able to handle me that is not me in small doses. Or maybe that’s just me.
Me that is me finds all this activity puzzling, has the wedding union made us more acceptable to the married sect?
Is there a secret handshake? I don’t know it yet.teach me!
Is there a new layer of social activity the moment you have your first child? [NOT HAPPENING ANYTIME SOON! ] with a better secret handshake and innocuous fist bumping and calling each other “BRO” [Not the cool way. The douche way]
And when you have your second child..oh wait .. no one cares about the second child [skip]
When you get your first SUV people carrier for the whole entire 1 new human, does that provide the entry way into the land of strange accents and weird “key” parties [not the seventies kind, the kind where you show off how many cool mcgyver like gadgets your car key has ]
“look im gonna summon the devil with this here little button!”
You get the gist
With each new social “elevation” do you drag the old sect members with you? Or do you find yourself becoming the leader of your own sect and becoming an evil crime lord .. or a dad like figure where you have the solutions to people’s problems [for the small price of their unborn child]
It might sound all doom and douche but I’m pretty sure I can design a flow chart to avoid some of the pitfalls of douchedom… or take cues from the epic board game snakes and ladders which mimics life in the most wonderfull of ways.
At this point the me that is not me would strangle me that is me.
”Seriously? This is the nonsense that goes through your head!?” - Me that is not me