Men are people too (hardly no poker content)


I read this blog for the first time the other day: R. Jacob Post and it really touched me.  I think it sucks that a handsome guy who is 58 yrs old should feel that way.  Oh, Did you read it?

Go ahead and read R. Jacob's Post called DO YOU THINK I'M SEXY.  Read it: I'll wait.

Did his raw honesty touch you?  It touched me.  Rarely do men write/speak of physical or emotional pain.  More rare still with such poignance and eloquence.

I don't know the guy at all, but of course I wouldn't let that stop me from dispensing loads of Auntie Josie advice.  So I read the post and my first knee jerk reaction is to want to make all the pain, physical and emotional, go away.  I think it's the mother in me.  I hate to see suffering and I can tell; he's suffering.  The frustrating part is I know there are oodles of older women who'd love to spend time with him.  And of course I feel bad about the physical pain - especially the knee pain.  I live with knee pain alot of days and I know how it can get you down.  Both the pain itself as well as the worry about what the future holds for my bum knees.   It's funny because my knee pain has been sleeping for past week or two.  I happily realized this a few days ago, only to wake up in utter pain about 3am this morning. It's baaaaack.

But for me, the real story isn't the post, but the side comments he had up that day.  Thoughts on wanting who he couldn't have.  Desire.  Unrequited desire unfortunately.  It's an age old situation isn't it? It being common doesn't make it any less painful. Unfulfilled desire provides it's own unique suffering and I can see it's footprints all over this dude.

But here's my attempt to make ray feel a bit better.  In every relationship one person loves more than the other does.  The person who loves more (you ray) get to feel that wild intense love.  You get to experience that.  I think it's better to be the person that loves more than the person that loves less.  Less is boring.  And besides, maybe the one who loves more is right around the corner.  Just a bit of advice from Auntie Josie. 

Lightning's really good at disspensing advice.  Light, any thoughts for ray? 

Okay back to our regularly scheduled program.....poker.  My tournament in Foxwoods is one week from today!  Today's poker song is an oldie but a goodie, courtesy of U2.  And really I can make anything into a poker song.

Don't believe what you hear
Don't believe what you see If you just close your eyes
You can feel the enemy When I first met you girl
You had fire in your soul
What happened your face
Of melting in snow
Now it looks like this

And you can swallow
Or you can spit
You can throw it up
Or choke on it
And you can dream
So dream out loud
You know that your time is coming 'round
So don't let the bastards grind you down
No, nothing makes sense
Nothing seems to fit
I know you'd hit out
If you only knew who to hit And I'd join the movement
If there was one I could believe in
Yeah I'd break bread and wine
If there was a church I could receive in
'cause I need it now

Oh, it hurts baby (What are we going to do now it's all been said)
(No new ideas in the house and every book has been read)
And I must be an acrobat
To talk like this
And act like that
And you can dream
So dream out loud
And you can find
Your own way out You can build
And I can will
And you can call I can't wait until
You can stash
And you can seize
In dreams begin
Responsibilities
And I can love
And I can love
And I know that the tide is turning 'round
So don't let the bastards grind you down

Bono was obviously writing about a poker game.

Play smart.

Josie






 

Comments

raydenzel1 said…
Everyone needs an Aunt Josie! Your words and thought have made me feel better. Thank you. And now back to being a manly man!
August 14, 2011 at 11:07 AM
Josie said…
Nice! Glad to hear it. See how sweet I am? For some reason all the OTHER guys that read this blog think I'm a biatch. I have *no* idea why. ;)
August 14, 2011 at 12:23 PM
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