The Watering Hole

The strangest thing happens to me when I drink from my watering hole.  The symptoms are stupidity, followed by denial, which then makes me break out into self loathing.  These symptoms are usually preceded by a man coming into my life.  That could be the secret ingredient used in the contaminant.

Naturally, I have refrained from drinking these days.  My system can only take so much of this poison.  And yet, I am thirsty and want to drink.

Cool, fresh, clear water is my drink of choice.  Just the sound of running water makes me want to put my lips to it and let it flow softly down my throat filling me with its natural cleansing properties.

That is, of course, until it has been tampered with.

Why is it that certain men, usually the ones who come into my life, feel the need to disrupt the natural flow and beauty in everything I love most about myself, and the world before they stepped into it?  It must have to do with their own insecurities and need to be more important than anyone or anything.  Or, is it their belief that whatever is in my life, can only pale in comparison to them?

Wrong!

It's just that simple.  Here today.  Gone tomorrow.  Just like the symptoms they cause.

Ahhh, the Alpha Male.  With his head held high, and his feathers all aglow, he struts around hoping to draw attention to himself.  Mission accomplished - he no longer struts, but waddles.  His feathers no longer glow, they droop.  And the only attention he draws to himself is the smell that usually comes after eating, or drinking, or doing anything at all really.