The most important things are the hardest to say.
They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them — words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out.
But it’s more than that, isn’t it?
The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away.
And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it.
That’s the worst, I think.
When the secret stays locked within not for want of a tellar but for want of an understanding ear.
~Stephen King, from Different Seasons
Gosh I wish I could write like this….
Perhaps if I weren’t a software salesman who works hard to provide for his children…
Perhaps if I weren’t an active, loving parent…
Perhaps if I didn’t drink Pabst Blue Ribbon (Bud Light, actually, but you don’t know me) while watching cars go around in a circle…
Perhaps then I could lift this blog out of “snore pie” status and really begin to shine.
Until then.. you wanna dance? Let’s do it! I’ll even let you bring all of your personalities, made up profiles and fake dating site pictures to the fight! Me against twelve? I like my odds!
I’ll let my boys from Limp Bizkit say the rest… you’re a FAKE!