I tend to think that blogging is a tremendous waste of time, right up there with text messaging and Facebook, both of which consume completely disproportionate quantities of my time. So why fight it?
A sobering conversation with my friend Tomatsu earlier today inspired me to put pen to paper.
You see, this noggin of mine thinks about absolutely everything. And for somebody my age (I'll let you guess the exact number), I've seen quite a lot. No, I have not lived through genocidal warmongering in Africa or survived any dread diseases, but for a fairly ordinary American, I tend to think I have a lot of very interesting insights into that utterly revolting species: homo sapiens.
So, anyway, Tomatsu called me today, as he does almost every day, to discuss his very best most favorite topic of all time, which is, of course, himself.
No wait, that's mean.
To be fair, Tomatsu is actually going through a very difficult period in his life. His beautiful wife of several decades is brazenly carrying on an affair in plain sight, and he is justifiably heartbroken. He calls me because he claims that I am the only person (save an angry psychiatrist he came across years ago) who has ever TOLD HIM THE TRUTH. The cold harsh truth.
The so-called truth that is clear to me is that his wife is bored, doesn't want to sleep with him, actually thinks she may have found something better, fantasizes about this other man all the time, and is unlikely to ever be repentant. All of these observations were actually news to him. How can that be?
Tomatsu is an incredibly smart man, and yet he actuallly thought that his wife (who is in her late 40s and a mother of two) was actually ducking out to nightclubs with girlfriends and staying out until 4 am, because that is what she told him she was doing.
One of my mantras, which you will see repeatedly in my writing: people believe what they want to believe. And this is case number 9,999,999.
And all that pontificating with Tomatsu got me to thinking.
If I am the only person that told him what is so patently obvious to every single person in the free world (other than him), there must be millions of other people who waddle through their days, completely oblivious to that which the rest of the world can immediately surmise.
And so, I believe I may have found my true calling. And, at the very least, I'll have found a slightly more constructive way to pass my hours.
Welcome to "COLD HARSH REALITIES." A blog by a former ingenue turned sage advisor who found love, happiness, and the meaning of life by speaking the absolute, cold, harsh truth.
It ain't pretty, but it's all true.
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