Breaking Up With Destiny

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Breaking Up With Destiny
By
Nicholas Feldman

It started the way any old relationship would, the attraction, the wanting to do things together, and feeling passion. This went on for a few years with many twists and turns, and upside downs. Then, one day I had an epiphany.

Destiny wasn’t who I thought she was. The activities that Destiny and I used to find cool were no longer. Destiny wanted the world to show her the way, and protect her from the harsh realities. I see these realities every day in my business, and in life. They are the fights that make people real. Of course all of these events crescendo with a doll that almost resembles some sort of mythical character pulling two people together, hearing it all, and now becoming a grumpy old man with nothing to do but sleep all day and listen to Destiny. The creature is tired of being the silent shrink, and doesn’t want to hear about any more busy talk, or BS.

When I came home and I looked at Destiny one day, I thought I wanted to marry Destiny. Then just some time ago, I walked in the door and it was quite different. I am a power monger hungry for nothing but success, and a comfortable lifestyle. This is the opposite of Destiny.

Destiny is a very happy-go-lucky, non confrontational artist who wants to teach children, and doesn’t care at all about money. Our friends who were there all disappeared years ago. New friends were hard to acquire, and the TV show Friends did not make up for it. When I get angry, I yell and scream. When Destiny yells and screams, it turns into loud childlike wails that only a pedophile might enjoy. Destiny used to get into it and really focus all their attention on the wailing. I really could care less, and would much rather have a more practical conversation.

It would be neglectful of me not to mention the fact that both of us have physical disabilities and a case of identity theft brought on a lot of our final arguments. These arguments had a lot to do with people who helped us out in our daily lives.

Destiny and I both have Cerebral Palsy: a neurological condition that affects speech, motor control of the limbs, and can cause mental retardation, deafness and blindness. Neither of our mental faculties are affected by our physical disabilities. Destiny uses a power wheelchair, and a synthesized voice, with some use of her arms and legs. The person reading this should also know that I require significantly more care than Destiny. We are now just the so-called “roommates,” both trying to find our way out of this. It has been six years, with no regrets, but lots of changes. I get more reflective than I do sad. That’s just how I am. I think to myself that no arguments are necessary, no words can be said, and it’s just time to move on…

The Wickedness of Facebook

My latest addiction is Facebook.com. I have met a lot of old friends, but I have also met people I don't know! This is kind of freaaky! You can play all these games with people, you can poke people in a cyber way, and they can poke you back in a cyber way. I wrote to someone I thought was a friend, but I had no idea who the hell they were when they wrote me back, and my friend was bought and sold...I don't understand!

Another fucked up application in facebook, and now it looks like myspace and facebook have merged into one. I hope this isn't true, myspace was so nice in the beginning! Facebook is also weird because it connects you to people you haven't seen in 25 years, and all of a sudden they have a first hand picture of who you are, and who your friends are. But I gotta give it to the facebook hippies, because they have a virtual garden that raises money to help the rainforest, and I think that's pretty cool.

But my advice to facebook is don't intertwine yourself with myspace, lose some of your crappy applications, and I think what you're doing is great in terms of networking people together. My friends at Skylake Ranch Camp (SRC) got together on facebook, and I got so excited that after our realtime meeting, I broke my foot! So, facebook, you and I have a love/hate relationship!

Oh! I forgot to mention, every time I get poked or get a new message, it goes straight to my cell phone. No, really! I'll be in the middle of a meeting, and it will suddenly pop up that so-and-so has finally reunited with me, and so the person in the meeting gets to talk while I get to think about who the f--- friended me! Myspace is no better, and as the quote says on Romeo and Juliet, "A plague on both your houses!"

That's all, folks!