I work very hard and am attending college to obtain my degree in the Human Service field. Writing makes me feel alive and gives me the opportunity to touch those whom I would not be able to otherwise. Last but not least, I have been blessed with two amazing daughters who love me completely and support my dreams. Feel free to contact me with questions, concerns or feedback.
I wonder when The Police decided to sing this song if they initially wrote it about a particular issue or if it really had to do with what I am planning on covering today.
Have you ever in your life had the experience of being too close to someone who had less than perfect hygiene? If you have ever worked in an office setting I am sure you have. Now, don't get me wrong, I don't plan on naming names here, but, to be honest, once in a while something hits me. A smell, an odor, a funk so to speak. Someone within your personal space, needing to talk. Silently, you sit and smile, wishing you had the words (or a noseplug). Yet, you don't, because you would't want to offend someone although you are the one being offended.
So, you are a guy, and you are out and about. She walks past you, or, she may be standing in the frozen food aisle. You want to say hi, but you don't. She walks past and appears busy. What if she's married, you wonder. You try to catch a glimpse of her ring finger and see it bare. You walk forward, but hesitate. A million and one thoughts flow through your mind. You don't think that she thinks that you are her type. Or, you think that she doesn't think that you are her type. You're too tall, not tall enough, have hair that is too short, too long, your gut has expanded over the years, you wore the wrong shoes, socks, or shirt. You forgot to shower and/or shave. You haven't worked out in a a few months and aren't at your peak. Your only six pack is in the fridge, so on and so forth. Yet, as soon as you take a few deep breaths and muster up the courage, she walks out the door, or as it seems, out of your life forever.
From what I hear, this is the story of the single guy. The plight, the anxiety and the journey of the man who has yet to meet the girl of his dreams.
Each afternoon, I am greeted by a co-worker. Although we hold different responsibilities within the same facility, we get along pretty well. After our formalities, we chat about things in common. Work, children and the previous weekend activities fill our conversations. Since our initial meeting, each day has been pleasant and intriguing to say the least.
Jeff is your typical single guy. He lights up when he talks about the celebrities he has met. He is a mechanic by trade. I recall one instance when he had to run to throw a belt on his sister's car. It is within his nature to help others. One day, he stated his son would be stopping by. I asked if this teenager would be someone I would recognize. As proud as a peacock, he stated, "He looks just like me". When his teenager arrived, I noticed the same demeanor within this child as I do his father. Humble and reserved, yet within him, the spirit of a man.
I am sure everyone has heard multiple reasons why we are in a recession. Some would say it is due to the mortgage industry and extensions of credit to unworthy individuals. Other would say that the men at the top, the greediest of greedy were to blame. Stories of suicide regarding investors have been a part of the news. Yet, I believe that we have overlooked some basic injustices which have been going on for a long period of time.