NB: This applies equally to males and females. You know who you are, I hope.
So what is a douche bag. Well it’s this week’s freak. This week’s freak show.
All prior plans derailed from the onslaught of one douche bag who flummoxes into view and obscures the light for a time.
A blowhard, who blows hard, and laughs hard and lies big. And you love it. You trip out in your delusional spaceship.
Until the thrill wears thin and you’re left in need of sleep. Deep healing sleep. The type to take you from the manic craze to the calm and still.
Re-entry always hurts a bit, but you’ll soften the landing with your self-medicating.
Everything will fade to wan, words pictures scents will wear away and vanish into nothing.
Because it was always nothing.
Doesn’t seem possible from here, but one day, before you could imagine anything so cold happening, you’ll scarcely remember a thing.
The entire experience reduced simply to, ‘you know, the douche bag, with the blue eyes?’