The Moral of "The Story", Part 1:

There will always be writings that go unpublished in the conventional sense. Someone I know might read this and think it's about them... I've had many male friends in my lifetime, and ALL have sustained an injury at some point while I have known them (yes, all). This is the story I wrote that will be amongst those not going "public":

Dilemma Story (not official title)

Sometimes you find that you meet someone, whom you did not expect to meet, and there is a noticeably different attribute about that person. Something about them that grasps your attention and does not let go; you know that if you had not met, your life would be completely unbalanced.
Not necessarily that it would be worse, but nonetheless it would not be the same.

I know that I’m not the only one that has felt this way at some point or another. After all, with billions of people on the planet, I am sure that the idea has occurred to at least one other person. At least, I hope so or I'm screwed.
OK, when you take the time to consider there are possibilities and probabilities, actions that change outcomes, then you would understand that perhaps things happen the way it is supposed to; but, there is the "Way" the imagination perceives it should have been, which I find to be much more dangerous considering how many possibilities there are, and I have yet to find a way to change the present.

Oh, sorry... I should have warned you I was going to blather on like an impossible idiot, like most women I know. Sorry ladies, it's true: we go on and on when we get emotional, and we can't seem to stop ourselves from commiting heinous crimes against ourselves by punishing our souls with needless contempt...

Perhaps its all a matter of point-of-view, distorted by low-self-esteem...

Yeah… I'm sorry. That was a bit run-on and I’m sure that made about as much sense as putting a sweater on a Shetland.

Why does this have to be so complicated? Couldn't I just say that I really like someone? Is it so hard to admit that I have feelings?

Perhaps it could be that my current relationship status prevents me from being able to develop any additional outside agendas. Yes, that means "married", and I don't want to be known as a cheating wife. Oh yeah... and well, I guess it doesn't help when you like someone and they don’t feel the same. Then I guess the rest wouldn't be so bad.
Anyway, perhaps I should give some background so that my problem could be more easily explained. At least, I'll let you get to know the man I'm losing sleep over.

Of course, we need to establish that he is a friend. Not like, "Oh, honey, call me at midnight" kind; the ever popular "Are you going to eat the last piece?" kind. I called him to let him know that I was coming over to see him. We used to do that all the time, but that was when we worked together. Seeing as we hadn't been for a long time now, I figured I would take the iniative and invite myself over. He laughed, and agreed that would be great as long as if I could find it in the kindness of my heart to agree to bring him something to drink. Maybe bring something to eat, too, that would be even better.

Perfect, I thought, I had anticipated his wants. Little did I know I should have taken care of mine...

He had been working a lot of hours, sweating in the sun and getting tired, so we hadn't spent time together.

He had called me earlier that week to say he had gotten injured on the job, and that he was absolutely miserable and in pain. Except for what the beer he had been drinking staved off . So naturally, I was going to be his "cheer me up": Bringer of bright smiles, jokes, and more beer. Now that we had established the title, I was on duty.

I had been thinking that visiting would be a good idea anyway. After all, that’s what friends do, they visit each other when they want to hang out, or when someone is sick and needs some TLC and chicken soup. This was similar, I supposed; it’s an injury. Injuries are probably worse than having the flu, especially when it could possibly involve nerve damage.

Yes, I definitely need to go and visit. Maybe I can bring by pizza. After all, when you sustain a back injury, it’s hard to get around. It was really a thoughtful gesture, more to make him feel better and to help speed recovery. And this has nothing to do with the fact that I was dreaming about him…