Short Cuts

In DC this past weekend we were moving from bar to bar, from Cue Bar to Local 16 to Saint-Ex. Too much vodka later I started thinking, and everyone knows that after too much vodka you’re not really thinking much at all.

I started thinking about timing and how when it comes to relationships timing is everything. People can be brought together or torn apart because of this one single word and it’s difficult to know when the timing is right. Most of the time it can come around and hit you in the face and you won’t even recognize it. We spend so much time trying to chase it down that sometimes it’s almost impossible to deal with when we finally catch up with it.

In DC and too much vodka later I got upset with timing and tried to grab hold of it and do something about it. Too much vodka later you can start to actually think there’s something you can do about it, something you can say to make it slow down the way you want it to. But, if you’re lucky as I was, in this futile but courageous attempt to reach out into the spinning vortex of passing seconds you’ll find that the person you were trying to reach has changed their phone number, leaving you wondering when this happened and how is it that you didn’t know. Has it been that long? you ask, as timing again is working for or against you and you’ll never know which.

And someone asked the question, “so what’s better – being in an easy relationship or not being in one at all?” I guess when something is easy it’s a lot more comfortable to stick around than go chasing after timing, especially when there might not be anyone on the other end. Because I get it, that loving is a fix, like a drug to an addict and it’s easy to take a hit and make it automatic. But still I answered the latter, thinking that in the end lost phone calls and quick fixes are never enough. We all take drugs of some kind to help ease the pain – and that was me sitting there just drinking too much vodka, alone.