Post-it Sept 13th

Mr. Scratchy; Herman, how was your week?
I've been keeping busy with physio therapy and working on a new project.  Well, getting some of the pieces I need for the new project, wont' be starting it for another few months.
I think I might have mentioned that a few days ago, I don't remember.

I was watching a movie few hours ago, and my mother was asking questions through the whole thing. The whole thing started when she asked who the lead actress was and why she was familiar looking.  I told her it was the chick from Twilight.  Less then a minute later, she asked if that was the one who'd had the messy scandal.
It was, and then she just went on about.  Through most of the movie, nearly ruining it for me. 

Laugh, it's okay. It would be good actually to know I could make you laugh.  Make anyone right now laugh and feel better.

I'm guessing, that you are reading this either while watching Company #2 given it's a Thursday, or maybe you're catching up with my ramblings after it's over, in a few hours. 
Either way, I imagine you tonight Herman, dressed in those stripped pajama bottoms, wearing a spare pair of glasses -maybe thicker in black- and I have no idea what makes me think that you are. Maybe, you broke your normal ones?  And I believe that you are sitting there with a large cup of hot tea... no not tea tonight, spiced latte. One of those specialty flavoured coffee that Starbucks only has for Fall. Eating a plate of brownies. 
Yes, I think you're treating yourself to a food binge night. Did you finish that painting I want to believe you've been working on?  Or maybe that thesis I have been believing you've been researching?
Either way, I hope your night is a relaxing one.  And I hope, Mr. Scratchy; Herman, that I've made you smile and given you a reason to think of me tonight.  In a good way.

post-it Sept 10th

Well, Mr. Scratchy... Herman, it's been a few days since I last left you a note.
Hope your day is going well. 

One of my other blogs has been emailed all over Britain.  Over a hundred hits from random places there to one of my blogs in the last few hours.  Sort of got me unnerved as I don't know if it's a case of someone liking my work and wanting to share something, or if someone was wanting to use me for a prank?
Hoping it all dies down soon.

Things are otherwise, as boring as ever here lately.   But enough on me today, how Mr. Scratchy, Herman, are you today?

I am guessing you are reading this after having come in from a run, maybe having been out at the gym today.  Is it Fall yet where you are?  Weather sure has dropped here in the last few days.
I thought I would come in here and just write you a short note, Herman, just cause I haven't written in a few days.
Besides everything else, I've got vampires on the brain.  Not much of a shocker there though I suppose.
But anyways... Mr. Scratchy, I hope your day is going well.

Friday night post-it Sept 7th

Big spider crawling up the wall, that no one seems to want to touch right now.  Icky.

Well, Mr. Scratchy, I'm going to give you a first name. I'm going to start calling you Herman.  As in the Munsters.  After all this time, I think it's okay.  Mr. Herman Scratchy... it works for me.

Okay, Herman, how was your day?  Did you have to kill any large spiders?  I imagine you reading this right now, laughing at what I just wrote.  It's time to lighten the mood.  The mood around here has been sort of blah all week.
So, Herman, I imagine you reading this right now, having maybe been out to a soccer game, because it's not time for hockey yet... lest not where I am.  I imagine you are dressed in those pajama bottoms, a very large mug of tea in hand as you avoid a large stack of research notes you have to do for something.  I like the idea that I'm a distraction from your real life.  It's a cozy idea.
I imagine, that you are drawing superheroes just to relax and unwind.  I think you'd be an excellent comic book artist.
Okay, Herman, I would like to ask what was up the last few days, as the right side of my body has been scratched off.    Is everything okay?  Should I worry? 
Anyways, Herman, I will wish you a good evening if you're reading this before 3am, and a good day if you're reading it after getting home from somewhere after 3am. 

Post-it Sept 5th

Well, it's been an odd ... just odd.

It's been nothing but issues with people online today.  To top it all off Mr. Scratchy, my jaw hurts. I seriously don't know what I did to it, but just one more health issue right now.

Was coming in here to write something, and there was a computer/Blogger issue that just freaked me out and now I can't remember what I was coming in to talk about.
Yeah, it's been just little odd crap after another.

Anyways, Mr. Scratchy,  I imagine you tonight reading this dressed in dark jeans and a blue shirt.  Dark blue.  I imagine you have been maybe hanging out today playing video games.  I think you're a major gamer.
Do you ever miss me when I don't blog?  I think you do.  You miss my weirdness, and obsessive letters. 
Do many men keep diaries?  Do you Mr. Scratchy, keep a journal of your desires and dreams and just stuff from your day?  I imagine more men do then ever admit to it.
So, I imagine you tonight Mr. Scratchy, reading this, with a smirk on your face as you make yourself a cup of tea and write in your journal.   I hope there are some nice things about me in it. 

As always, Mr. Scratchy, I hope I brought some comfort to your day.

Is it the power or the person?

I'm watching the Cashmere Mafia marathon on Cosmo Canada, and it's got me thinking about affairs.

One of the main plots in the whole series (which only ran for 7 episodes)  is the long term married power couple falling apart because the husband has a string of affairs. Which come to a head when the husband crosses the unspoken rule of not having an affair with a friend of the wife. She then threatens to get even by having an affair of her own.

Throughout history affairs have been happening.  Some destroyed marriages, some helped to strengthen them (mostly in the 1770's between arranged marriages of royalty)

As someone who's seen affairs destroy lives, I have to wonder what it is that drives some people into those relationships?  If you're in a good relationship, why would you want to destroy it?

What is the draw of an affair? 

As a writer, the subject of affairs are ideal for moving a plot along. You can draw lines of villains, heroes, or blur the lines to create moral points. 

Real life is not a 250 page romance novel, and the fall out of affairs can ripple out to affect more then just the people having the affair.   

Would you tell your friend if you discovered their spouse was cheating on them or pretend you never learned about it?

post-it 2nd Sept

Just spent the last hour and a half writing.  A new short story,  Mr. Scratchy about two demon/angel characters.  Let's see if I can keep the creativity going long enough to finish this one.
Inspired by two wrestlers of course, both from Company #3... okay were in Company #3, one of them is over in Company #1 now, just won a shinny new belt there too. 

I consider that to be productive Mr. Scratchy.  It feels good to get back to writing, even if it's only tablescraps here and there for a few pages.  Been way too long that I've been feeling stuck with writer's block.  Way too long.

Anyways, Mr. Scratchy; how is your long weekend so far?  I'm assuming where you live you have the four day long weekend like we do here in Canada?  

I imagine you today Mr. Scratchy, sitting reading this after supper.  Imagine you shaking your head at me for my latest short story, knowing that it won't take me long to add a character based on The Celebrity like I always do.  That was what derailed the last short story, I added a character based on him and it just seemed to become almost like two plots were happening.  So I imagine you shaking your head at me, a smirk on your face your eyes sparkling with mischief. I want to say that for once, you're imagining me sitting here writing this new short story.  Imagining my pale fingers smoothly hitting the keys in mad strokes of creativity.  And if you can imagine that Mr. Scratchy, then I wonder what else you've imagined my hands could do?  
Oh come on, I'm allowed to start being just a little less innocent with these post-it notes to you Mr. Scratchy.
Anyways, Mr. Scratchy; back to me imagining you... I think you are reading this dressed in a pair of shorts, with a torn pocket, a tee shirt that has your buddy's band on it, or your own band if you're in one. I think you've got a drink in hand, rye on the rocks, and a serious need to sleep.  I also imagine that you are laughing at me for the two wrestlers I was inspired by for this new short story. 

And as always, Mr. Scratchy; I hope I brought a few moments of pleasure to your day. Guilty or otherwise.

Sept 1st 2:49pm

So I am reading this book about this guy and his really messed up love life.
It's an autobiography about this confessed cheater, who spends half his life traveling back and forth from America to Japan, and his obsession with Japanese food.

And I stopped to make a cup of coffee.  While I was waiting for the kettle to boil, my mind drifted to the book and then just sort of hit on the date.  I think I had been unconsciously avoiding the calendar because of the date.
Six years ago today, on September 1st 2006; I had my car accident.  My life was changed massively.  Both for the good and for the worse. 

I'm not even half way through the book yet.  It doesn't really have chapters as much as parts.  But the guy keeps talking about how he did not connect his depression with his love life. 
Sounds sort of odd at first, given most people right off blame their lack of relationship for their state of mind/heart.

Honestly, I'm not finished reading yet, but so far I've gotten a total male version of Eat Pray Love  off of this.
One of the themes so far, is that the guy seems to want a relationship so bad that he is willing to pretend to be something he's not all the time.  The section I'm at in the book, just talked about him meeting this woman who hated the very idea of Japan, so he down played how big of a role it was in his life.
One of the first warning signs that he was being unfaithful to her and himself.

Hang with me, it will make some sense in a second.

After my car accident, when I was in the process of dealing with the post trauma of it in therapy, one of the things I realized and had to admit was that, I had been completely miserable before hand.  The people I had been surrounded by for the previous seven years were no longer healthy for me to be around, but I had been too much of a coward to break away from them. 
The circumstances of the accident allowed me to do so.   And I became happier for it.  I had been unfaithful to myself  by being around the people involved in the accident.

You seeing the connection with what the dude in the book was going through and how it made me realize something about myself and my own relationships...

And I know I've talked about the topic a few times over the years before, about how when we get into certain relationships, be them romantic or business; we sometimes give up too much of our self, of our passions and our dignity. How some people demand or manipulate us into believing we shouldn't have a voice or a life outside of them.