Hosted a Sunday night football “chat and chew” with family friend, Wesley. Emanating from the den was a festive roar, camaraderie, spirited gaiety, familial bonding, and treasured memories that were being created with him and with other family members.
Truly a welcomed sight to see, to hear, to feel, and to experience!
Personally, ignored the men folk as they discussed game plays, statistics, football lingo, and trivialities because I had my eyes fixated, focused, plastered, and glued on the curvatures of those fine football players’ butts.
Mercy!
Makes a hot-bloodied woman want to commit sin each and every football night!
Hehehehehehehehe.
Husband declares that I just have a “uniform fetish.”
“Whatever!”
(Laugh out loud)
Seriously speaking, watched with bloodcurdling horror on how often those athletically-gifted athletes constantly delivered brutal poundings to their opposing team mates and shuddered from thinking that somewhere down the road these athletes’ brains will some day suffer from the repercussions resulting from those repetitive and unmerciful tackles, blockings, interceptions, and from getting their “bell rung” season, after season, after season.
Interestingly, research has revealed that damage to the head caused by “concussions” alters the brain’s functionality. Learned the effects of most “concussions” can be long-lasting, may represent permanent damage, and could also lead to further complicated impairments.
“Concussions” are a tumultuous “game” changer!
Meanwhile….
A day later, while sitting on the “sidelines” in my van, spied a cute couple who was conversing in the adjacent vehicle. Both were obviously oblivious to the proximity of my presence.
Etched into my mind was the overt demonstrativeness of this lady’s unrequited love to her “soul mate.” Peering at them from afar, it was crystal clear to me that she was on a special mission that day by fully describing and lovingly revealing to her unsuspecting mate the depths of her heart’s accumulated “concussions.”
Soul-mate love can be such a “poison apple” and ultimately becomes a root of one’s weakness.
Felt that because serendipity had smiled upon her for probably the final time as it pertained to him, she apparently had decided to risk unveiling this hidden secret which had been withheld from her love interest for nearly two decades.
What a sacrificial masterpiece of love!
In the universal scheme of things, suspected that this woman had felt, from her perspective, that she was so much more than a trusted, reliable, and friendly confidant when she unashamedly told him how fervently she had prayed that fate would finally give her an opportunity to share with him her heart.
Frankly, I imagine that this woman can sorely attest to us that damages to the heart can cause “concussions” which alters one’s emotional functionality. I bet, somewhere deep down within her soul, she can affirmatively tell us that most heart-felt “concussions” can be long-lasting and may represent permanent damages which could lead to a malady called “broken heart” syndrome. Additionally, I bet she can sadly inform us that “concussions” render further complicated impairment.
Professionally, I have the ability to profile a “black fly, on a black rock, at midnight,” and admittedly, as this drama unfolded, I was as nervous as a “hooker sitting in a church pew.” Scrutinizing his body language, I waited pensively hoping for the best, but fearing the worse.
Tenderly, he replied that although his “head” sent covert messages of his strong desire and growing attraction for her, his “heart,” at the moment, ushered a need for further “restraint.”
Damn!
Philosophically, don’t know if this man’s dusty moccasins have taught him that “occasionally we need to experience the polar opposite of what we want in order to appreciate the pole we want to enjoy.” In other words, “metaphysically-speaking, before you receive something really good, something really bad must happen. The trick is to live through the bad part without giving up on the good!”
“Perhaps he hasn’t had enough winters. Perhaps he hasn’t had enough darkness. Perhaps he hasn’t had enough of cold. Perhaps he hasn’t had enough pain. Perhaps he hasn’t had enough of his share of hallucinatory women. Perhaps he hasn’t had his share of charades.”
Or, perhaps he just may need to experience a couple more “dooms day” monsters disguised as freaking caring lovers who wickedly deliver emotional “concussions” before he finally “wakes up” to realize and appreciate this “exquisite jewel” that possesses an over abundance of inner goodness and unwavering love for him similarly to, I suppose, his darling mother.
In my mind’s eye, only a “good” woman would lovingly preserve “soul-mate” love for those many excruciating years! Yep, this steadfast chick-a-dee must be extraordinarily amazing!
Reflectively, gave an incredible amount of contemplated thought regarding this couple’s quagmire and kept wishing that someday soon the stars would align so that they could finally experience that “endless love” soul crooner, Lionel Richie, sings about or mimic breathless love relationships that have been chronicled on the likes of Cleopatra and Mark Anthony, Richard Burton and Elizabeth Taylor, Marvin Gaye and Tammy Terrell, Ruby Dee and Ossie Davis, and even Katherine Hepburn and Spencer Tracey!
As for me, using football analogy, I would advise this intriguing couple that since both are approaching the “fourth quarter” of their lives, what the hell——throw “caution to the wind” and work determinably to be blissfully happy especially since life has kept you refugees for far too long.
Love “concussions” can be a tumultuous “game” changer, too!
Lastly, would strongly encourage, remind, and advise this nice young man that while “fruit is still on the vine” he needs to quickly harvest it because “you can only push a girl away for so long before she turns and walks away. Make sure it’s what you want because when she leaves she’s gone…”
Forever!
