Live Wire

In pondering the age old question, I think I understand a little bit of why men and women can't be friends (that is, so long as they are not attracted to each other, happily paired up with others, or one of them is dead). Palpable connections are often too electric to control. I mean, I think about the engineer and I still want him. As my bloggy buddy Velvet says, "I want to do very very very bad things to this man." (hey, I'm human! I just exert self-control.) I'm sure the feeling is mutual. There is something there, so thick in the air that you could almost touch it. It's electric - a live wire. It's dazzling, hot, burning bright - sizzling, leaping, alive! Oh, to feel truly alive. And in this context, it's so easy to get burned. That's why we are doing the mature adult thing and stopping before we get in too deep - we don't want to get burned, or burn the other. But oh, how delicious just a little burn would be? But that's temptation, isn't it? It's subtle and sweet and whispers to you...calls your name, offering dulcet delights that it's okay to do just a little bit, right? But like a venus flytrap, it swallows you whole or eats at you until you surrender the very thing you wished to preserve. So, to not get burned, we stay away - because if we came together, we wouldn't be able to resist the sparkly, electric thing and we'd burn - and burn out, which is never fun. So we choose the slightly less evil alternative and squelch our emotions, play the avoidance game. As my mom and grandma used to say... "have-it have-it no want-it, want-it want-it can't get it." You just have to do your best to imagine a Jamaican patois to say that. If you don't understand it... well, think about it a little more.