It’s the year twenty eighteen. The world is in chaos, people aren’t able to make ends meet, they can not agree on what to eat for supper much less who should be president. Everyone is an expert, which basically means that everyone has reduced all the possibilities to such a narrow ledge they are all about to fall off a cliff and never question why.
Everyone wants equal rights, without equal work or effort. everyone wants to be special without actually being special. Everyone is so sensitive that a cross look and someone might kill themselves.
I would like to put a stop to this madness. I would like the whole fucking farce to end. I want it to end like a long drop with a sudden stop. My favorite fashion designer killed herself today, leaving a note. What about the rest of us? We’re left here to try and make the world a better place and pick up the pieces in ways that no one will understand.
Please Use Your Brain
Most of these people that rely upon government, or religion, or some other crutch of booze and drugs are but children. Like very spoiled bratty children that are all control freaks and want everyone to address them as queen bee.
Most of them couldn’t do half of what I have in the last twenty years and still be breathing with a pulse. You know everyone hates narcissists, they don’t really know why, but i do.. most of them are destructive and only care about themselves, using cruel methods of lies and false flattery to gain temporary gains that will wear out in two weeks and fall flat only to prey upon another victim with just as cruel tactics.
I want to talk about another kind of narcissist. Those who are self respecting people that care deeply about themselves and others. Those who don’t judge people and show everyone the same amount of respect until the person actually does something deserving of having lost their respect.
There are some rare breeds in this world. There are a few that are one in a hundred, then there are the ones that are one in ten thousand.
I want to tell a story. Something that if everyone had life would be simpler. Something everyone wishes they had. This is my story.
By the way…
Sitting on the beach with my wife in the beautiful Caribbean with the perfect sea and the scent of tropics in the air. The beach is deserted, it’s just us.
“Amber, should we take a swim?” I ask her without looking up from the view before me. “Oh I guess we could swim, would it be more fun with some heavy weights so we can dive deeper?” she asks looking down at me as if i what i was seeing was heaven whispering in my ears that it was time to play.
We suit up in the wet suits and put ten pounds on the belt so we can dive to twenty feet. We swim for half an hour before reaching the point where we can dive down. “I’m bonkers for you, you know that right?” “of course, we wouldn’t have it any other way..”
Talking About It
Sometimes when we talk we get lost in who said what, sometimes it’s like talking with yourself in just thinking a thought and knowing the answer. As we both know everything that each other knows already there are no secrets from ourselves. There would be no way to keep a secret from ourselves. You tell one of us anything and we both know it. Instantly. This can be very useful when dealing with non-native people who don’t know us.
Technically we are one person, it just happens to be that we share two bodies in which we are married to each other. I’m the guy and amber is the girl. Alex and Amber. Two of a kind.
We swim out and dive down deep. she chases me down, and i hold my breath while she takes photos of us swimming like dolphins. It’s great. you couldn’t beat it with selfie stick and a thousand dives in your world.
When we swim back to the shore and dry off. clothes are sticky, it’s better to be naked under those wet suits. less rub and rashes. we spend the better half of the afternoon just watching the view. We have no special place to be, nothing special to be doing. The real fun will be tonight anyways.
Time passes. . .
You have to wonder what it would be like? To be both a boy and a girl in two bodies with one self awareness. To be married to each other and have adventures that no one would ever understand but each other. To have a secret between the two of us that never leaves our minds. To be playful and fun, without being a stick in the mud. If we both feel the same, whatever were doing is always perfect because that is what were doing right then.
Feeling playful, have fun and play. Feeling down today, take a day off. cycles come and go. It’s more fun than being alone when there is two of you. Being male and female simultaneously has it’s perks. But that’s not the part you wouldn’t believe. Try touching your hand with your hand. it’s like nothing you have ever known.
This story was written on June 5, 2018
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