In the last
few days, a couple of things have made me stop and think there’s more to this whole
instincts gig than meets the eye.
One is a saying I came across:
“You know
the Truth, you hear the lie”
Bang! Boom!
Rattle and Roll... a thousand thoughts raced through my mind, swirled round my head, re-entered as I
gasped at how simple yet profound these few words are; I could feel the paddle
bouncing on and off the side of my head… YES! YES! YES! How many times has instinct clearly shone the
truth on a situation for me whether it is in a relationship sense – romantic
and/or friendship – in a family situation, at work, in life? And how many times
has the voice in my head, fed by my desire for a different outcome, let me hear
the lie?
Overcome
with her newfound sense of power, instinct decided it was time to take more
risks and guided me to pick up my mobile on a whim and call – out of the blue – someone I had
known for about four years via the internet but was yet to meet face to
face. Colour Me Happy, a connection was
made and nothing short of a “Groovy Baby” day was to follow... oh instinct was
on a roll!! Ha ha ha Now please don’t read any romantic notions into this, for
that is definitely not the case. Without
doubt, this guy is hot – and I mean smokin’ hot! – but he leads probably the
exact opposite lifestyle to my own. That
said, I have decided to think of him as my own personal Rock n Roll Angel. Over the years we have shared many many
conversations, some ridiculous, some meaningful, some sober, most not! Ha ha
ha
I can’t help
but start laughing as I remember a night on Skype when he had a broken leg and
was rolling himself around in a wheelchair.
Unsure of how much wine he has consumed this particular evening, it was
a night of hilarious quips and idiotic scenarios between my girl, myself and the
wheelchair rockstar! Ha ha ha Excusing himself to roll off to the bathroom I
recall hearing this massive crash and “Fffffuuuuccckkkk”! ha ha ha *tears* Never to be defeated, he continued to banter
on! What a Legend! Ha ha ha
Oh there’s
lots more stories but in the name of friendship and loyalty, they remain
between us; suffice to say his adventures have made me laugh to the point of
belly ache with tears streaming down my face.
I couldn’t help but wonder as I drove myself there would he be
different, or would he be the same as his multitude of awesome photoshopped
pictures, would there be awkward silence?
Well let me tell you, within a couple of minutes I felt like all our
internet and telephone conversations had been in person. He is exactly who he portrays himself to be;
capable of intelligent and meaningful conversation yet sliding into the most
trite and ridiculous stories that just had me feeling “shiny and new”. How refreshing! A half hour coffee arrangement turned into
several hours of fun and frivolity, with a nice dose of honesty and sincerity
thrown into the mix. What a fantastic
turnaround to a shabby start to my day!
For the
first time in a VERY long time I knew I could still have fun with a gorgeous
man with no pressure. Top that off with
the fact that I was feeling completely grungy in my shorts, Elvis T-shirt, no
time to “coiff” and runners, I was made feel attractive, interesting and on the
same page. Rock n Roll Angel, you have been the best day of 2012!
So the
upshot of this ramble is that instinct was once again brilliant in her guidance
and now has my full attention!
ROCK ON!!!
© Dianne
Traynor
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