HelloGoodbye

Ordinary Guy isn't healthy for me. They say, too much of a good thing is bad for you - he's too much of a good thing.

I'm not complaining, oh no. Far from it. I'm just...waiting for the penny to drop I guess; the rope to snap; the straw to break the camels back...or the epiphany that means this is all one huge mistake.

I was shooting hoops this morning (trying to burn off some steam) and the thought suddenly occurred to me, that I didn't know what I was doing - what this thing is - who Ordinary Guy is to me. It wasn't that, that disturbed me, oh no, it was the realisation that I really didn't mind this coasting at all...I didn't mind going with the flow, because even though I don't know where the flow is taking me, the flow, feels good. That's what really disturbed me: see, I've never been someone who simply floats along; I like knowing things; I like being certain. Except here I am, perfectly complacent to just be.

It feels good, I guess, to be the one someone tries to take care of. I suppose I'm tired of being the one who has to try and take care of everyone and everything else. And it takes some getting used to, having someone around who asks, "how are you?" and actually, truly wants a real answer - not the spoof other people are content to hear, "I'm fine."

And yes, he can be patronising; he can be a bit of a bully, a result of almost always being right, I guess; he really knows just how to push my buttons, so that I sometimes, honest to goodness, just want to punch him in the nose. But, he's real, and he's honest, and he's the smartest person I know. And I've grown to respect the person he is - because he's the kind that's very rare - he's no Prince Charming, and he isn't the Prince of Persia, he isn't Chuck Bass or Edward Cullen (Thank the good Lord for that)...he's just an extraordinary, Ordinary Guy.

What really scared the bejeebies out of me though, was when he told me about getting knocked. And all I could remember thinking was, "Thank You God," because I was so relieved that it wasn't yet his turn to go about pushing daisies, and he was still around to tell me the tale of how he got knocked...