My contest entries 1/13/2011 thru 1/28/2011 |
It'd seemed like the deal of a lifetime. Now, sitting on this shimmering, ruby and diamond-encrusted rock, contemplating the visible planets in my universe, the irony of my pun-thought struck me. I thought about that day, so long ago, all the time. It could have only been a month ago, a day ago. But it was probably more like a thousand. A million. What did it matter if I couldn't be sure? Pinning down the time I'd done of this sentence, this penance, wouldn't change a thing. If given the chance to do it all over again, I wouldn't have made the deal. Never would have uttered those words. But in all fairness, (I always indulge in this part of the self-conversation. The part where I cut myself some slack.), how could I have known the Guy was for real? Life as I knew if wasn't ripe with fairies and goblins. Magic and unicorns were things in storybooks. Childhood fantasy stuff. God and the Devil lived in my parent's church. The church I stopped going to as soon as I realized I could assert myself. So in He walked, the Guy. He looked like any guy. No creepy vibes disturbed my mood. He was pleasant enough. Of course, I was stinking drunk at the time. (I always include this reprimand, every day-year, when I have this conversation.) Popping off. Claiming I was smarter/stronger/richer/better-hung than the rest. The Guy saw through it all, sniffed out my deepest insecurities, made me the proposition I couldn't resist. You want to be on top of the world? Surrounded by unimaginable riches? Forever? Hell, yeah! Sign me up. I really would have done anything. I really did do anything. And here I sit, forever. |