What is Love? (Baby, Don’t Hurt Me, Don’t Hurt Me, No More)

A few years ago, a friend, an older woman, was reflecting that she regretted that her relationship with her sister wasn’t better.  At retirement age, they still didn’t get along.  Asked if she saw her sister at all or talked to her, she said she visited every so often when she was in her home town.  She said she paid for her sister to live in an assisted living facility.  My thing is, I thought she was doing more for her sister making sure Sister had a roof over her head, food on the table, a warm bed, and people around to take care of things, in a decent place.  Most people wouldn’t do that.  Most people would say they don’t have the money, and still not visit or call.  Most people would find a situation that Sister could afford on her Social Security or whatever and that would be it, if they got involved at all.  Money isn’t love, but involvement is, and you could’ve always bought something for yourself instead.

Last weekend, we lost one of the best loved people on the planet.  How could that happen?  How could someone like that just slip away?  Thing is, it’s happened so many times.  Why?

I have tons of successful women friends, fun, interesting, educated, stable—would love to be in a relationship with a similar guy.  Every so often, one of them lucks out, peels off into the world of coupledom.  Run with it!

We all need people in our lives, but one other person, one way, prolly isn’t going to do it.  It’s gotta be a lot of pressure to be the only person in someone’s existence.  Everyone’s pressure at least once in a while, but what goes around, comes around so it all works out, right?

So, like the “Man” said, “You can’t always get what you want, but if you try sometimes, you just may find, you get what you need.”

Keep dreaming, though, what you want could still be out there.

About missbodie

The Dragon Lady is a life long tea drinker. Her first coffee shops were Big Boy and the Oriental Diner in downtown Milwaukee. She lives in our Nation's Capital with three bicycles and an energetic tabby cat.
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