Steven Hunley
07-18-2018, 06:01 PM
Pretzel Logic
That was Mary.
Every day was dubbed one of the “Strange Days” of Jim Morrison, during the ‘Season of the Witch’ predicted by Donovan. I sometimes wonder how the relationships lasted as long as it did. Neither of us was mature enough to be loyal. When caught, the scene was played out with all the necessary drama. Break ups were staged often and conveniently by both of us.
We always had our ‘reasons’. “Reasons” are what you label your infidelities. And if we could be true to each other, it was in spirit only. When she needed distance, she’d pick a fight purposely, knowing I’d blow my top and give her a reason to escape.
It had been an off and on relationship from the start. Both of us wanted what the other one possessed. She was as daring and spontaneous as I was conservative and studied. We had a sterling connection that couldn’t be denied, but it was tarnished by immature indiscretions. You can understand why a partner commits an indiscretion; after all, you’re in the same boat. But you can never forget.
I’d say I understood and I did. But I could never really forgive. I remember how she cried on the beach near Venus Point in Tahiti the night before we left, predicting what would happen when we returned, the same dead routine of parties, complete with plots and subplots carried on by our so-called ‘friends’. Sex and Machiavelli were in disguise, but in plain view if you knew the code. I was under the impression I loved her, even though I had a back-up in the wings. I was as twisted as Rotelli, an expounder of Pretzel Logic as Steely as any Dan.
That's why it cut us apart.
©StevenHunley2016
https://youtu.be/ZbuUovLQxn4 Pretzel Logic Steely Dan
That was Mary.
Every day was dubbed one of the “Strange Days” of Jim Morrison, during the ‘Season of the Witch’ predicted by Donovan. I sometimes wonder how the relationships lasted as long as it did. Neither of us was mature enough to be loyal. When caught, the scene was played out with all the necessary drama. Break ups were staged often and conveniently by both of us.
We always had our ‘reasons’. “Reasons” are what you label your infidelities. And if we could be true to each other, it was in spirit only. When she needed distance, she’d pick a fight purposely, knowing I’d blow my top and give her a reason to escape.
It had been an off and on relationship from the start. Both of us wanted what the other one possessed. She was as daring and spontaneous as I was conservative and studied. We had a sterling connection that couldn’t be denied, but it was tarnished by immature indiscretions. You can understand why a partner commits an indiscretion; after all, you’re in the same boat. But you can never forget.
I’d say I understood and I did. But I could never really forgive. I remember how she cried on the beach near Venus Point in Tahiti the night before we left, predicting what would happen when we returned, the same dead routine of parties, complete with plots and subplots carried on by our so-called ‘friends’. Sex and Machiavelli were in disguise, but in plain view if you knew the code. I was under the impression I loved her, even though I had a back-up in the wings. I was as twisted as Rotelli, an expounder of Pretzel Logic as Steely as any Dan.
That's why it cut us apart.
©StevenHunley2016
https://youtu.be/ZbuUovLQxn4 Pretzel Logic Steely Dan