Should Be

I wrote something this week that I had intended to post this morning.

I don’t like it (what I wrote). It felt “preachy”.

(search / cut and past)

adjective

1. Inclined or given to tedious and excessive moralizing; didactic.

2. Tending toward excessive moralization.

3. Inclined to or marked by tedious moralization.

Check, check, check. All of those things. “Preachy”.

Not that it wasn’t good, good thoughts, good ideas, good intentions;

but - that’s not the guy I want to be.

I didn’t “can it”, but I’ll shelve it. At the very least, “let it rest”.

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I don’t know why people get pants and panties bunched on things like this.

C and I had lives before we met. I’m guessing that you did too.

It’s OK to talk about it. It is for us. (Old girlfriends, old guy friends. History. Part of a life.)

My first girlfriend said she liked the way I was moving at the roller-skating rink.

Sadie Hawkins was called. She asked me to skate with her.

I remember that the roller-skating rink also had a tiny dance floor.

She asked me to dance with her and I told her, “I can’t dance. I don’t know how to dance.”

She said, “it’s easy, c’mon, I’ll show you”. She pulled me onto the tiny roller-skating rink dancefloor. We danced.

She was right. It’s easy. (You just have to let go; let the music take you. Stop caring. Start dancing.)

She was right.

She got me started. I never stopped. (Never want to stop.)

“We should be dancing Yeah. We should be dancing. Yeah.”

(Bee Gees, song lyric)

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PHOTO:

1980, my parent’s basement

Scott, Jimmy and Fred

dancing (fools). I love this picture. dancing fools

(We should be - - - dancing. Yeah)