I mulled over this subject quite a bit while sittin' out on the verandah yesterday afternoon and wondered how I might could work it up into a blog post without making me look batshit crazy and/or small-minded and petty, or both. Prolly both. But we shall try.
First... I was greener than the Grinch beginning on Friday afternoon, all day Saturday, and up to and including noonish yesterday. Kelly Green. Bright, frickin' florescent green. As in jealousy. Y'know how people use the term "insanely jealous?" Well, that was me, with emphasis on the insanity part. I mean, isn't it insane to be possessive and feel jealous over a woman who is just a casual acquaintance, at most?
But there I was. My neighbor has a long distance relationship going ("I LIKE this one," she sez) and the friend lives in another state, a five-hour drive from here. So, he rolls in around 1700 hrs Friday afternoon and neither one o' them emerge from her apartment until sometime around 1300 hrs yesterday. (Minor digression: the lil girl was off with Dad this weekend, so...) I KNOW what was goin' on next door, what with the blinds drawn all weekend, the take-away bein' delivered, and all that. I have many of those reunification tee shirts in my wardrobe, tattered and worn as they may be. In my Air Force days we used to get a couple days off when we came back from a deployment and I remember not even bothering to get dressed during that post-deployment time on more than a few occasions. Hell, it was pretty much the same when I returned from an extended bid'niz trip in civilian life, even though I was older and slower then. So we KNOW, Gentle Reader... yes, we does. And I ate my heart out, all weekend.
I discussed this situation with SN1 at some length Saturday evening during lulls in the hockey game, with the emphasis on me not understanding the hows and whys o' my feelings. I was relieved to hear that SN1 had experienced the same sort o' feelings in the way-back and he had no explanation for why he felt that way, either... other than "sometimes it just bees that way." (Short parenthetical aside: yeah, I DO talk about stuff like this with The Boys. And I'm glad we can.)
I suppose it's like Etta sez:
Can't control the feelin'Coz after all, I didn't make myself