No writer’s block today. I feel as if I’m on a rocket named mood swing. I have blog ideas riding my dendrites as if they were at the San Antonio rodeo. If only one of them would hang on for eight I might have something.
“Ray?”
“Z uh? What’s wrong? You sound depressed. Did you catch it from me yesterday? Your name is still Z uh, right?”
“I didn’t have the energy to change it.”
“You want to talk?”
“Are you going to listen or pretend you’re listening?”
“Can I do a little of both? You know how my mind works. Don’t take it personally. You have a good three or four minutes of my full attention. After that, I lose control. An alien force takes hold of my mind and sends it at warp speed to places in the cosmos that no man or woman have ever traveled.”
“Give me a break with the
Z uh’s comment took me aback. I’ve never thought about Z uh having a boyfriend. “What kind of boyfriend?” I asked with a bit of trepidation in my voice.
Z uh gives me a look that tells me not to go there. She said, “Are there any dating sites for alt egos?”
“Dating sites for alt egos? You mean characters like you who’ve taken on a life?”
“Duh! Of course.”
“Let me check. I’ve found one. It’s called Alt Egos Need A Life dot com. Let’s check it out.”
“Thanks for helping me, Ray. Maybe I’ll find that special alt ego.”
“Don’t hold your breath, Z uh. I got to warn you, there are a lot of sick, weird, seriously warped alt ego personalities floating around.”
“Give me your laptop. I don’t trust you filling out my profile.”
“It sounds like you’ve done this before.”
“I previously used one or two or three or four of my aliases.”
“Any luck?”
“All bad. But I haven’t tried this site. I’m feeling better already. I’m taking charge of my life.”
“There’s a phone call for you.”
“Who is it? I’m busy.”
“Your girlfriend from the mystery writers blog wants to know if you want to go with her to an alt ego club tonight.”
“Don’t wait up.”
“Be careful.”
“Okay. You’re a good friend, Ray.”
What is a friend? We all need them. It’s nice to have lots of friends. It’s even better to have at least one or two real friends who’ll drop everything to help when you’re in trouble. The kind of friends who don’t count the cost, time, or want payback. They pitch in because they’re your friend. This is the kind of friend I want to be. As Bruno Mars said in his song, Count on Me. “You can count on me like one, two, three I’ll be there. And, I know I can count on you like four, three, two you’ll be there.”
