Perspective

  Well last night, if nothing else, caused me some introspection and thought.  I went downtown to my favorite watering hole, and ran into the guy that the girl I was hung up on, had a thing with for a while. I used to be jealous of him about that, but no more. Well he was making a play at someone I'm into, and I was thinking "no way is this happening again" lol. So I waved him over to chat.. I can't stand him, I don't really want to talk to him, but this will occupy him and take him away from her right? So, smart. Well he proceeded to come over, wrings my hand, heaps praises and accolades on me for like 30 minutes. (She came over and thanked me for giving her a break from him, she must have been sick of his crap by then,.) He's going on and on about how amazing I am, how he wishes he could play guitar like me, I can play the HELL our of that thing he says, wishes he could sing like me, I'm just awesome, on and on..because if he could be like me he would never have any trouble getting a woman.. *drum roll*  *cymbal crash*  The whole time I'm thinking, you jackoff, you did have them. . Like I'm swimming in women. right?  So should I be? If I'm so amazing, what's my hangup?  It really put things in perspective.. The guy I was jealous of, he wants to be me.  That's deep.