I see three sides to a coin
as I flip it past my eye,
tossed from hand to hand.
You pick heads and I choose sides
And you scream, “Tails, fool!”
Well, I’ve got a few that would pertain
It seems my love is just like a coin
It lives through many needless exchanges
Somehow its shape I still sustain…
-From “Let’s Get Flat,” by Jimmie’s Chicken Shack
Writing is my therapy. When I need to figure something out in my mind, I write about it. So when I’m quiet, that must mean I’ve got things sorted out, right? At the very least, it means I THINK I’ve got things sorted out. Either way, it’s time to write.
I thought I had it all figured out with that wonderful girl, the one who called me out about being two different people. I made my resolution. I presented it to her. I asked for her thoughts on the matter. And she mixed it all up again. Women seem to be good at that.
The old me, the pre-Renaissance me, would fight to sort it out again. He would call her and they would talk, and maybe he’d convince her that it really was as simple as he made it sound. But the New Me… I realize that, while I might be able to sort it out this time, it would happen again. I also realize that it’s not because of me. I’m not mad at her, and I hope that everything works out and she lives her dream. And so, it’s time to move on.
It’s good timing, too, because there’s this other girl who I feel like I can be myself around. She makes me laugh, and I make her laugh, and for now, that’s enough. The problems, if they’re coming, can come later. Right now, though, I’m not going to worry about what might come. I’m just going to enjoy laughing with her.