You Really Should Tell This to a Therapist
At the foot of the longest staircase sits a Bar run by an old friend tailor. He has only alcohol drinks but thinks he might fine something in back that will match an ice tea. He is gone for while and in that time I get involved in stringing a wire that serves as a doorbell so critical visitors can gain entry
I have a dentist appointment in Grosse Pointe and since I am at the Ford and the Lodge I can make it in no time but the receptionist checks and the dentist has strep throat, good thing I called. As I get back to the project at hand I realize that I must get some more tools and end up going through the hallway that harbors some classrooms filled with young ladies learning lessons that involve sculpting and papier-mache.
The bazaar where I work was the peach of the evening there were sales of everything. A diamond cutter was delivering stones just as I was leaving and the money department was filled with former workers I had had the pleasure to know. I was particularly fond of the well dressed Italian descendant fellow who insisted I compliment him on his appearance and assure him he was indeed important.
As I fled through the place that serves every need. I was struck by how many people I knew that I had known. They all got jobs it must be saying. Now my dreams beckon at me. I get respect in these situations but it isn’t deep respect maybe reluctant respect that I grew accustomed to, when I was a manager, long ago.
You see in management you don’t own the task but you must ensure the task takes place and if you can do that and not go nuts not knowing that it didn’t or not ensuring it is right you may have a future. But that future is dependent on you managing that something that will stay in demand and if it goes the curve of technology you are more likely screwed than not.
But if you got to be a manager and wouldn’t dad be proud to know you did? Rose to prominence in a chapel and a shroud, which takes us back to the longest staircase which I am quite sure was in a building once founded for a religious purpose. Aren’t all building half downtown for that activity of praising deities or getting gathering folks to do that praise for them.
I once had a shot at doing that when I was twelve or so and the day had come to go up on the altar and align my spiritual self with a building. It didn’t work out as it wouldn’t work out in so many future life decision events. We just never chose the right partner or venue or operator and it was always years later looking back that it appeared to have been some sort of inside joke on the society I lived in, but really didn’t like.
I always skirted along the periphery hoping I could get the gold of having participated but not really have to do the work involved or become a part of the process. Sure I will play with you guys but just don’t ask me to come over to your house later.
I never played that well with others and I don’t know what that has to do with describing that staircase or getting us over to the dentist on time. I don’t care that cell phones can receive text or play songs if they cant get you a few minutes extra time before an appointment becomes a charge.
So the bazaar and the hallway to the next sequence are what were most colorful. The interiors are always the grandest with a lot of carved wood facades that border on marble walkways and go past windowed-in suites and offices that just moved out. The bazaar sold everything or at least I think they were selling stuff. So many old fellow employees were there still doing tasks that I had long ago ceased doing. Why did they still have to do em? I will have to ask them when I return.
In the dreamscape realities you don’t always spend a lot of time trying to figure out the realness or its absence, you just try to keep moving cause you don’t want to get trapped in some alternate reality that isn’t where you are supposed to be. As if I knew what reality I belong in today. That has become increasing hard to know of late but that might be due to the lack of steady income and not really a symptom of anything bad or some doom bringing future.
I had a friend who always saw doom in our future and I always pooh-poohed it as a way to continue the story without having to invest too much in its structure. Kind of how we get through these dreamscapes things, move quick and it wont matter if you don’t come back, they cant really hold you responsible for it. But now she smokes and I still don’t, so who was really doomed there?
But I drift from the central story which is this long stair cased building that at the foot has an old friend from recovery though he no longer goes cause it is too much of a hassle and the girls that go are no longer his age or of his desire which is a reason a lot of folks go to meetings in hopes of finding the perfect mate or at least the next one in a series should life turn that way.
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