In Story and Verse, a True Autobiographical Tale of Erstwhile Friends
Opus 1 - It starts...well it would, wouldn't it!
Whilst living in a rather large house that I fondly called 'The Manor House' as it was a 2,000 square foot 1898 Colonial sitting on six acres. Indeed, when The Landlords enquired with my Realtor as to why a single guy would want such a large house she replied, 'He's English! He's used to Large Mansions!' Anyhoo, they bought it and I moved in!
It was a magnificent abode, which included a massive stone fireplace, wherein I enjoyed the comfort of many roaring fires toasting crumpets to accompany my tea, as befits an English Gentleman, which is what I rekkin's I is!
I had made the aquaintance of a small group of, well let's be relatively nice and call them 'New Age'rs!' I had invited some of them round for tea and crumpets and also to be treated to some of my, as I like to call them, My Adventures In Culinary Delights on numerous occasions.
They seemed to be becoming friends and so I thought they were! Until that is, one time ,when I was invited to a party at one of their houses and found to my chagrin that for some reason I was being, to coin a phrase 'Totally Ignored!'
Perhaps I should mention at one of the other houses of one of the group they were convinced they had an 'Evil Entity' in their house. Well, there's no accounting for taste! More on this...Later!
Anyhoo, a day or two after my being 'frozen out' I sent the following email to two of the 'ladies' of the group, the 'ringleaders' as it were:
Dear (Names Omitted To Protect The Guilty!)
May I ask you ladies what it is that I am supposed to have done, or said, or whatever, which caused in my perception my being 'frozen out' of the 'group' which again in my perception, seemed to start last Friday night when everyone bar me got together?
I had heard about this on Saturday at 'S's' shindig and then at that shindig I was virtually ignored by all and sundry and felt like Persona Non Grata! Not Wanted On Voyage and seemingly my prescence at the shindig appeared to be an embarrasment to pretty much everyone there!
The fact that no-one has called me over the Holiday Weekend and that I have no idea whatsoever what has caused this reaction from you. I am at a complete loss to make any sense of it at all!
On Sunday, I was sitting on the Verandah and My Muse struck. I have been sort of debating whether to even send this email and certainly, part of my, well I can't even think of the word at this moment, is always questioning, 'Why?' on many things and more especially at this moment frozen in time, this particular situation.
After the Saga of The Heart and Soul Death Break of the Bitch and the Pedophile...
Where I was left hanging, without a word of explanation other than, 'I've forgiven him, I'm staying, don't hate me!' I certainly didn't expect to experience a similar situation of being left hanging without a word of explanation to occur again with such rapidity, especially from you guys and I admit it has left me feeling bereft!
I freely admit that I, as I said before, have not the faintest idea why this situation occurred and apparently is still occurring and had no conception that things would turn out like this, nor any conception of the 'Why?'
At this moment, frozen in time at 10:00 in the a.m. on Tuesday...I'm still wondering...
Allow me to share what I wrote on Sunday...
I thought I'd found new friends I did, they all came round to tea
They all came round for dinners too at first it seemed they liked me
We had good times well I thought we did but now what is it worth?
For at this time how am I feeling? Not so full of Mirth!
Yesterday I went to one of the new friends I found.
They paid not much attention to me I could have been in a hole in the ground!
Last week apparently I said some words to hurt and scar
I said, 'I'm very sorry!' Didn't know I did you harm
So I went to the shindig and I thought we all would crash
But as the party wore on I thought I had a Rash!
A Rash that was contagious like a Leper did I feel
For they had got together the previous night, surreal!
And I was not invited and they talked of it with glee
And from that moment frozen in time they pretty much ignored me!
So I was in a Surreal Zone cast out by them ignored
Instead of feeling 'Party' now I was being scarred!
I went to have a little nap when I awoke again
Not one said, Hi! How are you?' for me it was quite grim
So as the evening wore on I was spoken to not much
Yet they did chatter gleefully about this and that and such!
I left without much ceremony a cursory, 'See Ya!'
No one as yet has called today I won't say 'Hallelujah!'
So once again as in times past I'm sitting on my own
Ask me now how I am feeling can't you hear my moans?
So once again I ask where now My Destiny to seek?
Next week I will start wandering on Wednesday of next week
This Wandering Jew who wonders still what is this life to be?
Again here comes that passing ship upon My Life's Great Sea!
This time it seems there was no kiss except upon my arse
Par for the course it seems to me oh what a joyous lark!
(Actually nor really!)
I'll wait and see what happens next a New Job starts you see
A New Adventure beckons there. I'm here! I AM! Just me!
Can we talk ladies?
Rainbow
watch this space for the next installment of Erstwhile Friends'...
At the young of age of seven, Jill's mother Eve takes her for regular sessions to a child psychologist for treatment of her anxiety, which only makes her behavior worse. When she reaches her teens, she starts drinking and then smoking marijuana with
At the young of age of seven, Jill's mother Eve takes her for regular sessions to a child psychologist for treatment of her anxiety, which only makes her behavior worse. When she reaches her teens, she starts drinking and then smoking marijuana with
