What's Good For The Goose...

is good for the gander, or so that saying goes.

Quite frankly, I don't know what gooses and ganders have to do with each other, but I'll take it that there is a connection, because I am too lazy to Google it ;-)

Sally has been on a trip and several things have been happening. Let's take a quick look, shall we?

Is There Anybody Out There?

I often wonder that.

It sometimes seems like I am existing in a prison of my own construction.

A prison that is built out of a series of relationships.

I can't move forward, yet I cannot move away.

It's quite puzzling, actually.

Quiet Times

The quiet times are the hardest.

That's when that voice (which isn't me) speaks the loudest.

It screams my name.

It tells me terrible things about how I should feel and what I should think.

From the darkness, it tries to claw its way into the light of day.

It's fueled by the thoughts, feelings and emotions that run amok.

It feeds off of the jealousy, righteousness and sense of ownership that don't really exist.

Turn away, just turn away!

But to where? Where is there to turn!?

It's surrounds, fills and consumes me.

There is no safe place from this ugliness.

There is no relief from the pain it evokes.

A hate that never can be acknowledged is revealed.

No one, nothing is spared.

The grip is tightened.

The descent is assured.

There is no freedom from here, only more darkness.

Jealous Much?

Well, that's the question of the moment, really...

No, not me. Yeah, I know I am and I just try to ride it out when it hits me.

Sally? Heh. Not so much.

Damned If I Do

and damned if I don't. Either way, I'm the one who is taking it on the chin. Or, at least, that's what it feels like these days. To say that there has been some stress in my relationship with Sally would be an understatement.

Sometimes I feel like I just cannot win, no matter how I try.