Preparing for the future AKA daydreaming

Daydreaming....a coping device first discovered in early childhood, perfected through twelve years of mind-numbing public schooling, and now properly and deeply instilled in my day-to-day existence here in my so-called life. The car show, and the histories there. People I'd run into. The stories and memories we'd share, but not have to speak about. The crazy web that ties us all together; let me offer an example: girlfriend. girlfriend's friend. go to work with girlfriend's friend's brother because he's dating a girl i used to party with and she hooks me up. through work, meet the girlfriend's friend's brother's friend. Then, go to a different job with said friend, and meet his sister, who is friends with all of them: the girl i used to party with, her ex-boyfriend, his friend that is also my coworker, AND somehow in there is the wife of my friend to whom i owe a bottle of gin. I'm going to buy him absinthe though. And THAT friend's sister-in-law used to want a dog from the guy i used to work for, and she was from the same town as this other girl, who's not really important, but there is a girl who's mom lives in that town that probably will never be any more important to me than she is now, but she was there at the same time i started dating the aforementioned girlfriend. Confused? i haven't even started.
Anyhow, what i started out to say was that perhaps one day someone will ask me "how are you?" at said car show, and i was thinking about what i would say...
"Well, I'm 25, completely out of debt, I own my own business, i'm engaged to a hot ___________________ (lets not jump ahead tooo far now!) and I'm in great shape. I am stable enough so that no matter what happens, i don't have to depend on anybody but myself, I do what I love every day of the year, and I only have great friends, no sorry wanna-be, halfass poser friends. Of course there are people i hang out with from time to time, but everyone knows their role. I've been all over the world, gone skydiving, heli-boarding, rode a motorcycle across Canada, and passed out on the beach in Mexico, just to name a few things." "How are you?" "Oh, I'm good, my job is so-so, I don't like where I live, i'm always paying bills, gas is so expensive, i don't feel like my boyfriend/girlfriend loves me as much as i love them...."

Ok, so maybe I need to make that 26 or 27....next May might be a long shot.

Turning daydreams in to reality is what life is all about.

Epiphany

Here's a novel idea: if you want the war in Iraq to be over....act like you want to be fighting it! Quit bitching about the cost, the loss, how slow the progress is, the problems the soldiers have when they come back, and kick some ass! Approach it like real Americans-full-force, no-holds-barred, 100% guts and glory. War messes everything and everyone up, and it costs a helluva lot of money. Instead of a nation of people bitching and complaining about how we got to Iraq or what's going on there, accept the situation for what it is, put that behind you, and pull out your pocketbook. The sooner we get fired up and motivated, the sooner the world and the soldiers see we support them and want them to do their job well and as expediently as possible, the sooner everyone's spirits rise. Whatever happened to the nation rallying behind the war? Give up all your hate, confusion, distrust and look at it like this: we're already in Iraq. Who cares why we are here, what they told us to make us agree to come here, or who is making money off the war. Just jump into the idea and kick some ass so we can all welcome our countrymen back into the States, tell them good job and thank you, and THEN we can focus on fixing the problems we have within our borders. That's more important, but we can't address our in-house issues while we are so focused on our overseas issues, so lets get the one knocked out so we can then fix that which we've been ignoring for years-our own country.

Plans are important

I don't need much in a woman....she just has to be sexy, secure in herself, funny, strong enough in our relationship to ignore men that hit on her, like old cars and motorcycles (and not necessarily nice ones), not be afraid to get dirty, have an interest in things larger than daily life like art and conceptual ideas, enjoy travelling, sitting on the front porch, sometimes doing nothing at all, be proper in the company of others but more relaxed at home, say what she's thinking about when she's thinking about it, and realize that sometimes i need to just take off and go for a ride by myself. And listen; have an interest in my life. ok, that's quite a bit. some tattoos wouldn't hurt either. a rockabilly girl that's not rockabilly because its cool, but cool because she's rockabilly. or something like that, you know, genuine, no posers, no fakes, no phonies, no whiners, but a few rough edges...

In return, I will realize that she needs her time and that sometimes I can be annoying and should just go away. I'll try not to get loud or innappropriate in social settings, and i'll do my best to make her feel like an honored woman. I'll show her i'm glad she's with me and that i need her. I'll pull my weight and support us as best i can. i will listen when she needs to talk, and respond when she needs me to respond. As long as i have my garage to keep messy, i will keep the house orderly, i will keep it repaired and nice-looking, and the yard will be presentable.

Just love me for who i am, faults included, and treat me the way i deserve, and i will do the same.