Llarry da Llama

Llarry da Llama

Thursday, May 30, 2013

The Framed Lady

Exhibit "A"

The Lady was framed!

Yes, I did it and I have no regrets. I framed her before I ever met her. I stole her pictures from Match.com. I put them upon my desk ( see exhibit "A") and talked to her for hours before I met her, I didn't want to be a stranger, not on our first meeting. But that is not the story here.

I keep pictures of Rose everywhere. In my car, on the fridge, on the walls and over the fireplace. I do that so I am never alone. Nobody should be alone, ever. By having Rose in view, I am always with her. I talk to the pictures, all the time. Yes, I do. 

Studies have shown and science suggest that we are social beings. We need company for survival. Sometimes you just want to have a intelligent conversation and you scan the office, workplace, room or meeting and decide to talk to yourself, know what I mean? Morons all of them. Just when you need to discuss the latest contestant on the "Voice" and you find yourself adrift in a sea of losers. Huh? Where are all the intelligent people, you know the ones who think like we do? Like the same things we do. The normal people! Does this happen to you? Happens to me all the time. A lady from across the room looks at me and whispers those three little words ......."Your'e a Moron". Yes, all the time. I guess I am not one of the normal people after all. That's why I keep pictures of Rose everywhere. 

The world is a funny place, everyone looking for someone to talk to. Someone like them, somebody to relate to. Wouldn't it be grand if all the people we worked with were more like us? Hell, yeah! But the world is full of different people, like me. People who think not like you but as themselves. I love different people, they make me laugh, smile and sometimes I just shake my head and think . . . . "Moron"

That's why I framed the Lady, I need to remind myself that this world holds at least one person who thinks I am not a moron.

Don't you think you might want to frame somebody too? Couldn't hurt.

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