I'm looking at the weapons on the wall. Input hangs there, reflecting my admiring eyes. Empathy is in its glass cabinet, a dry blade since the last time I fought Pity. Less used but all the more sharp is "man, forget about them – it's their loss" and none are too far from the Connectedness, a lasso of wires.
I'd best grab as many as I can carry.
Valentine’s Day is a special mission for me. Not because of social pressure, roses severed from the bush, chocolate or any of the various requirements and restraints we put on a word like LOVE. It’s a decision I made the first day I opened all of those little cards at my desk in grade school: this is awesome. Valentine’s Day is fun!
And so it was written in stone, For the Record, All She Wrote.
There are people who are struggling with the L word today, in your life and mine. Cupid did a lot of damage when he shot those arrows and we’d be damned fools to ignore the bloody mess out there. I need a favor from my readers, whether you are scarred or unscathed from these battles.
Be a listening ear. Tell someone something that matters. Send appreciation to your legion of hard working Lifers, who hold their place in the networks that support you. Make contact with a family member or friend and help them get that misguided arrow out of their ass cheek so they can finally sit down again. I might be joking, but I’m dead serious: you can take this little day, put it right into your hand and do whatever you want to do.
L-O-V-E. The stuff is strong. We have got to do something about it.
Let’s all think about the impressions we leave, today. The seeds we plant. The love we show. Let’s fight as one if only in the universe of Autumn’s head – which is a really awesome place, especially. Today.
I’ll let you in on a little secret: I am very much alive, and my world is yours. Such efforts will go rewarded, I guarantee.
Grab a bite to eat and shower, because you’re getting a little ripe. Then get your weapon of choice, grab some gauze and go.
“Autumn, it’s noon your time. A lot of people are already out there.” *looking into my cup of iced coffee, lazily sucked by a straw over the past hour or so*
Very good! Very good, then. I’m on my way.
I’ll join you.