Uncomfortable

Day 2,024, 20:18 • Published in USA USA • by Dogpyle


Hey y'all. Welcome to a midweek special edition of Dogpyledriver. Maybe you noticed the newspaper name change, maybe you didn't. But rest assured, it was perfect timing for this article. So, no pics, no BS, just Dogpyle. Come and take a walk with me.

Uncomfortable
When I first got the idea for this article from Nyx Lynx (thanks, yo), I had in mind some crazy idea about God knows what. The usual half baked, mindless drivel you have come to expect from me, I suppose. Funny thing, every time I tried to write it, it would come out sideways, or upside down, or back asswards. I'd give up after awhile, throw it back in the bin, and forget about it. Then I'd get another great idea, pull it out, dust it off, give it a nudge or two, realize it still wasn't going anywhere, and back in the bin.

Well, here we are again. Only this time, I realized why I couldn't write it before. See, I'm going through some crazy s**t in Real Life right now. My world has been flopped on it's side and kicked in the ribs by a run away train. Right now Dear Reader, I am uncomfortable. Like I have never been before. I am caught in the middle of the worst moment of my life, and what could possibly be the best moment of my life. Those two moments are crashing against each other like two massive storm fronts, each vying for domination, and I am stuck in the tornado that they have created.



Somebody that has become very close to me, has gotten caught up in this vortex as well. You can call it puppy love, infatuation, maybe it's the real deal, or maybe in your case, it's that unbreakable bond between two lifelong bros. Whatever you call it, we've all been there at least once, or hope to be at some point in our lives. And when you get there... Damn. You find that it can be an uncomfortable place to be. Doesn't seem right, does it? You should be the happiest you have ever been, and yet... There's the butterflies, that ache in your chest, the restless sleep... You start to wonder; should I have said that? You start to question; is this for real? You don't know if it's heads or tails.

Another thing about this moment that we've all been in (and if you haven't, I truly hope it finds you someday), is it makes you question yourself. Am I good enough for this person? Can I do right by this person? Am I smart enough? Attractive enough? Strong enough? Soft enough? Am I the right person? What if I can't live up to the expectations? What are the expectations? Do they even feel the same way? Am I coming on too strong? Am I not coming on strong enough? Should I do this? Should I do that? Even in it's infancy, this feeling can make you downright uncomfortable.



If you have never felt this way, I'll bet you're wondering why in the heck would anybody ever want too? Oh, man. If only I could explain it. This is the stuff that builds skyscrapers. This is the stuff that legends are built upon. This is the stuff that builds worlds. Beautiful, fantastic, unimaginable worlds (not like some crappy browser world we are all familiar with) that rival dreams. This is the stuff that lifetimes are built upon. The stuff that creates life and molds it into something even better. This is the stuff to die for.

My biggest problem right now, Dear Reader, is I have had to suppress certain emotions for quite a long time. Put me up on a stage, and that s**t would come roaring out (must be something to that tormented artist thing). But it wasn't enough. It never is, is it? Now that I've found somebody upon which to unleash those emotions, it's too much. It's a f**king tsunami that's devouring everything about this moment that could be great. I'm trying to stem the tide, I really am, but... Uncomfortable, I tell ya.



So what the hell do you do? If I could, I'd send a PM to Dear Dogpyle and ask his advice, but that idiot doesn't know his head from his arse two ways to Tuesday. He'd probably tell me to chillax, be cool, bro. He'd probably tell me to grab a surfboard and ride that tsunami like a rock star. In all his infinite (non) wisdom, he'd probably tell me to just let it flow. Be honest. Say what ya gotta say, and let the cards fall where they may. He'd probably tell me to apologize to that special someone for being such a psycho freak one last time and move forward. What an idiot.

So there it eRepublik. I am uncomfortable. Like I have never been before. And yet, at the same time, I have never felt more alive. And that's some true s**t, yo.


Peace, Love, and Happiness. Dogpyle out.