Like Billy said “You Got to..”

Old and Young

This is for those who don’t quite understand why you need to tell someone you love them or that you’re thinking of them.
This isn’t for the serial sex addicts who cast, catch and release when tired of their endless parade of playthings. The thought of letting a “playtoy” knowing anything is as absurd as packing a sack lunch for their jock strap.  I’m not hating, to each their own. May their tired mid 90s pick up  lines help secure the most severe cases of STDs that their delusional carcasses can handle before journey’s end. I wish ’em only the best.
Onward. For the rest….


It didn’t just make for a cute video. It’s solid and sound advice.

If you’re on that “Well, I said something six months ago, why ever would I have to say it again so soon?” kick…come on.


You know what sort of people automatically assume you love them without any words being spoken? Stalkers. The clinically insane who tend towards delusions and hallucinations in the course of their merry day. The “crazy eyes”.
They’re hearing and seeing that you love them all day, every day on the constant. They are convinced you “gave them a certain message” with your eyes along the way. For true love needs no words. Not when the message came over their iPod at 3 in the morning…in your voice.
Unless you are with a schizophrenic, I will assume you’re not. I will assume your girl or guy respects the fact that you are a human being with ever-changing opinions and entitled to deal with them as you wish.
I, for one, am not that big headed (or dense) enough to assume a better looking, all around more attractive prospect won’t ever appear on the scene. It’s a pretty big planet. I also don’t believe it’s my place to keep intrusive tabs on how my friend is doing as far as our relationship goes. Who the heck am I to naturally assume all things are as they were months or even years ago? That doesn’t say much for the regard I have on his or her ability to change on the whole. I also prefer to discreetly watch the clues that come from my partner and go from there. I don’t have to embarrass myself by risking looking insecure or a like a third grader by:
“Say, Joey…you still like me or what, huh..? “.


You don’t expect a deli hand to hound you if you’re trying to make your way quietly to the produce without saying anything to him, do you? The only serious noise out of him should be when someone steps up asking for some meat, right? No one wants to be chased along the counter hearing:
“Hey, hey…you want something don’t ya? I can tell , sure can, I’ll ring up some bologna. You look like a Krakus kinda dude, a pound of ham too..coming right up. No, nonono…don’t say anything, you are quite welcome. Come here…HEY!”
Naw. A world working on assumptions alone would be chock full of weirdness..and much busted deli face.


Any major shift  can usually  be interpreted as nothing but big trouble. Silence, by default, means there’s nothing left. How nice if you could relieve or help ease that burden of ‘not knowing’.
Now, if things change, yet you still feel the same joy over your beloved, those verbal reassurances will more than suffice until the pendulum swings back into rhythm. They are a merciful lot better than silence. Nobody feels so hot (even you, I ‘ll bet) being associated with some great Nothing. Well, nobody except for the Crazy Eyes.
They, unfortunately, may recognize the great Nothings as tantalizing evidence of the marriages you both shared from other lifetimes….or planets.


Reminding someone how they make you feel and why you’re with him/her , is internationally famous common sense. Consider it a log to throw on the fire, keeping the home warm, cozy and protected against that ..brrrrr..deep freeze outside.
It doesn’t have to be a Shakespearean concoction, all “twinkling eyes” and “hearts brimming full” about it. No need to throw an insult of phony placation on top of the injury of an unexplained Nothing.
Just the truth as you spoke it too long ago (assuming you were truthful at that time).
Like Billy said…

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