I have lapsed into a deep post-workout coma. I am gently awakened to the sounds of Jimmy Kimbel's harmonious voice. I try to grasp what I am seeing on the television. Jimmy and what appears to be an ancient Ted Danson are on either side of a blonde woman. I can't quite place her but she is rather attractive. Jimmy and Ted appear to have reached the same conclusion, as it seems they could pounce at any given moment. The intriguing part of the entire scene is the story that the blonde is sharing with us, her eager audience. She is talking about how much Italian men love blondes. She spent a year there, being flashed, stalked, stroked and flirted with. INTERESTING - I am blonde, and well, although I spend hours chanting my "I am good enough" mantra, I still have some self-esteem issues. I begin to think perhaps a month in Italy would perky up my sense of self worth. I think maybe, in my sleep induced haze, I could start a tour for women who need some help with their self-esteem. It would be so much better than any self-esteem book. Sighing, I slip back into unconsciousness, dreaming of the millions I can make sending women abroad to be ogled.
Everything that you tell me is painfully picked apart. Why did you say that? What did you mean by that? Why won't you be honest? When will it all end? This is how my mind works, it never stops the endless cycle of questions. In moments of peace and quite, I am running through all the events in my life, moving out, ending relationships, finding new jobs, constantly running. I can only wonder - who is being honest, why and why not.
