Hypothetically, Of course....

What if hypothetically, long ago you met a man.  And you liked this man.  And you were in a position to pursue something more significant.  This man liked you. And he was in a position to pursue something more significant. But you don't.  Perhaps he thinks it's because you have a situation that is a non-negotiable for him. Perhaps because you think that being in a relationship with him would take more of your soul than you are willing to put on the table. Maybe you are wise enough to see such a thing and an even wiser woman in that you allow the thing to implode without pulling any triggers.

You probably understand that if you don't pull the trigger but instead turn in just enough circles he will.  And him being in control creates a post-traumatic situation that leaves just enough pieces behind to allow you to build a friendship.  So you do. And he does. Friendship status achieved. What if then he gets married, which you're okay with because you knew you were at the table on a bluff anyway.  You pursue peace with his wife and your scion bond. Everything is happy in happy town right?

What if then you meet someone.  And as your friend you encourage a screening process with new friend. Figuring innocently enough, maybe too innocently, that since you've been a good friend they will too.  But what if- what if he isn't a good friend?

What if instead he does that dog peeing thing that guys do (you know the- "I peed on this tree therefore it's mine, always mine, and only mine!")? What if, even worse, he doesn't tell you he is doing the dog peeing guy thing?  What if instead he is divisive and territorial?  Manipulative and arrogant? What if he pretends that he isn't? But you can see it and you can feel it.  What do you do?

Here is the interesting thing about being a friend- it's a choice, like everything else.  I'm always faintly amused how people overestimate their standing in your world.  How they mistake kindness for weakness and assume that because you've never pulled a trigger, you never will.  The kindest people are usually the dirtiest fighters. Universal balance and all.

You know, when you repay kindness with selfishness it never works well.  Never. Especially when your selfishness impedes the happiness of someone who has done you a solid.  And respected your right to tell your story the way that you choose to verbalize it.  Regardless of if it is fiction or not.

That 's a pretty precarious place to be in because it relies on the compliance of parties privy to the facts to allow you to live your fiction.  As long as the present reality suits everyone- that's fine.  But when you mess with someones future you may tear a hole in the fabric of the space time continuum that you have no knowledge of how to repair.  Then every one's screwed.

Choice.  Such a powerful tool. You always have a choice.  And every choice has a consequence.  And consequences can be good or bad.  So make wise choices.

This is all hypothetical, of course.  The one thing I can say though is that I really hope, in this farce, it is my imagination that is overactive.  Really, really hope.  Because I find parallel dimensions fascinating and I have no qualms about hitting that red button that causes implosions when done dirty. Yes, I know, everything will go up in flames.  But I like fire.

Which is to say- warning shot fired.  Please play nice.

Hypothetically, of course.

Dewberry