The Detectable Front

This notion of the lovelorn is somewhat sad, somewhat pitiful, and somewhat exasperating.

How many times have I seen women sitting in various break rooms crying when they're supposed to be out working ...

Even my own emotions used to control me at times and looking back I have contempt for my lack of that ability to separate some integrated background moment from a present situation at hand.

So now, I'm one of those people you really can't read. I might be happy or sad but you'll typically say I look angry because I'm not sporting some goofy grin on my face like all too many of the others I encounter ...

When my heart is broken I just keep it to myself and get on with life and the situation "which is" refusing to delve into "what was" as that effort in futility it remains.

Cold ? No, just detached. I used to be referred to as "aloof".

I wasn't always there but have been so for quite a few years now. I think when the Navy put me on the pad for mutiny, sedition, and conspiracy I pretty much lost all fear of my fellow men in their pusuit of the abject terror of others.

Stupid officers. Stupid men. I just bided my time and went before the XO and explained myself to her and was exonerated totally.

Such is life ... people want to put things on you and it's up to you to decline to accept them.

Sometimes that assertiveness you project will make or break you in this regard.

Personally, I'm of the 'raging bull' type of assertiveness as evidenced by my 'nuke them from orbit' attitudes toward some things.

So now, if all you have to offer is a steady stream of tedium no thank you. As of somewhere around 1976 I'd had enough drama for an entire lifetime so save that drama for your mama.

I'm not playing around with just anyone anymore.