Fractured Imagination

Weekends are supposed to be restful…

You work all week, some people harder than others of course, and what do we all look forward to?  A day off.  It doesn’t have to be the weekend if you work retail, but time off is one of the goals we all work towards every day while we slave away over our computers/stoves/desks… you get the idea.   Even the stay at home mom or dad looks forward to not being the only one home with the kids during the weekend.  Given that, you would assume that the logical thing to do would be to do something relaxing.

Right *snorts* where have you been?  Did you actually think that logic had anything to do with the average American’s weekend plans?

It’s a rare weekend that finds me sitting around the house doing something that could even remotely be called relaxing.  This weekend was a case in point.  Saturday was reserved for the family, which included almost three hours roundtrip… don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t have changed my plans if I could, I love my family.  Even if they are annoying… pigheaded… and exasperatingly old fashioned in a lot of ways.  Of course I’m not a minority in this regard.  Needless to say however, that took up the majority of Saturday, which is supposed to be the day of relaxation, at least in my house.

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Welcome to my personal commentary blog.  This will be filled with my random thoughts and musings, some of them more inane than others I’m sure.  I have avoided personal blogging like the plague for many years while friends have been blogging away, but I really can’t ignore the way society has changed.

We live in an ever changing circle of communities, some more than others, but no one can really escape this fact of life.  I live in a neighborhood that could be considered a community, my family circle is another community, my real life friends form a third, and the internet forms yet a fourth community.  These communities overlap and intertwine on a daily basis.  From facebook to Elliquiy, an adult roleplay forum that I am extremely active in, I’ve come to realize that I am blessed to be touched by more people in my life than any other generation that came before me.

We really are the global generation, and that has to change the way we perceive things in our daily lives.  I have friends who I have never met face to face who I feel just as strong a connection to as those I see on a weekly basis.  It colors everything from my perception of gender to my opinions on politics and religion.  I question things that I don’t think my parents ever had any real concept of when they were my age.  I may be doing my parents a disservice there, my mother has always been an open and accepting person, willing to listen to me rant on and on about politics, religion and sexual orientation without judging my words, but my point still stands.

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It had been a long day, that’s all I could really say about it. Up before seven this morning and it was just now eight as I pulled into the garage, the door closing behind me as the engine stopped, the door to the house seemed too far away at the moment. I couldn’t wait to finish the day; if I was lucky I wouldn’t have to work for another week or more.

The keys went on the hook inside the door, the briefcase beside the stairs leading up towards the bedroom. I however, had to go up the stairs. One after another, a plodding gate that took far too long. When I reached the bedroom however, I froze in the doorway, shock the only thing I could feel as one of the most beautiful women in the world looked back at me with nothing more than a black lace garter belt, black thigh highs with lace circling her thighs and a pair of three inch black heels that made her calves stand out, her posture straight, her ass a soft and perfect curve at the top of her thighs. Perfection.
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