Getting to Indifferent

Can you tell me how to get to Indifferent?

Sometimes you have a nagging need to call someone. Rush to see them. Hangout.

It is all good, unless you shouldn’t feel that way for that said person.

Then it sucks big time.

BIG TIME!

So, you wait. And wait. Wait. Wait. Wait.

Until the day you don’t care anymore.

The day you feel indifferent.

It is the best place to be. The best stage to be at. The best non-feeling about that person.

Better than caring, cause caring when you shouldn't is ouch-full.

Better than loving, cause loving when you shouldn't is painful.

Better than hating, cause hating is plain stressful. Hating is an always-shouldn't.

Best to be indifferent in this situation.

No, Not Love.

If you can't call me, 

or text me, 

or reply my texts, 

then you sure as hell 

do not 

get to appear

A.N.Y.W.H.E.R.E

and 

cause me 

to think of 

you. 

(Totally reacting. Not over reacting.) 

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 

I

recently was a real girl.

I

totally overreacted.

I 

totally turned him away.

I

am totally up tight.

I

totally hate the nagging need I feel to win you.

I

know I started off right.

I

know I screwed it up midway.

This

is a bloody challenge to me.

You

are a bloody challenge to me.

This

is bloody challenging.

I

don't like losing a challenge.

.

.

.

.

.

Not this kind.

If I lose, you win.

Oh, when did this become so complicated.

50 Shades of Grey

What is 50 Shades of Grey?

Its Jane Eyre and Twilight. In a blender.

The Big Leagues

 

"I'm not in your league."

Someone recently said the above to me.

Now, I’ve heard/read this phrase before. But today, I thought about it. For the first time, ever.

I understand the textual meaning of this phrase. How it is used in conversations. The Slang of it.

Therefore the first thing I wondered about was who was in the upper league, Me or The Other Party (TOP).

Quickly, a second question arose:

What the hell kind of game are we playing? What league are we talking about.

What game are we playing?

Game of life?

The Shakespeare style poor player who struts and frets his hour upon stage?

A social standing game?

A lifestyle choice game?

A money game?

A moral game?

How many leagues are there? How does one join the league?

To me, there is only one game, the game of life, and no leagues. We all play. We begin equal. And our character takes us higher. Since it is our character that defines us, we can all rise in this game. So make it happen.