As I’m more than sure many of you will know, and probably are sick of hearing, she left me six months ago now. Six months is not really that long but to me it feels like a decade. A certain hush fell over my life; when she left it felt like everything in life wasted a way in an instant and there was never going to be any form of salvation for me. For months on end I felt dead inside. I felt that there would never be any going back, no longer could I tell her, “I’m crazy on you.”
Everything had come to a stop. Goddammit, woman, you really got me this time, but I wasn’t going to be beaten down by all this. I knew if I let it get to me any more, the chances are that I would be institutionalized and I wasn’t about to let that happen. During this tumultuous event I went to get some reassurance from my mother who, as mothers do, offered me some advice, “You were always the trooper of the family, it was you that kept this madhouse together. Don’t just surrender to your emotions. Stand up and shout at the devil that you’re not going to be beaten,” or words to that effect. You know what? My mother was right I had to stand up and be counted.
Days became weeks, weeks became months and as the months passed I forgot about the bad reputation I had pinned on what should still have been a girlfriend. I had strange feelings that I didn’t really want to feel, I wanted her back in my life again, but would that do me any good? I started to get all slushy and romantic when I thought about her, which was not like me at all. I found myself drawing things that were heart shaped! Box after box of heart shaped cherry pie was all that I could think about – she used to love that. I tried to make contact again, I knew some places to find her but mostly she evaded me. Then I found out some information that almost caused a war.
Pigs get treated better than me, it seems. There was temporarily another but when I questioned her later on she wouldn’t tell me who was in my room last night. My mission was now clear – search and destroy this other! I wanted to fight but at the same time I just wanted someone to carry me home. I continued though, I had a fire in my belly that drove me on. One night I went to her locked door and banged it over and over again, ” I know you’re in there,” I screamed, ” I know you can hear me… can’t you hear me knocking, you know you want to let me in!” She didn’t. At that point I thought that was it, she wanted to fly like the freebird she was and I didn’t get to go along, I went home to play some games and do some killing. “In the name of the wee man!” I thought to myself, “this isn’t going to happen to me, treat me like some lab monkey, wrench my heart out, but I’m not giving up!” And I didn’t.
Cut forward to the middle of March and everything took a huge turn for the better. I had heard that she had been seen hanging around in the local area again and was maybe interested in hooking up with me and indeed I met her briefly once but it just didn’t work out. At that time it wasn’t meant to be. I still persevered though and it turned out it was the right thing to do. Last Sunday I was in the shop where she used to be, talking to the staff about her, who hadn’t seen her for ages either. I said my goodbyes and headed for the door and there she was! Right in front of me! I stood in a state of shock staring at her, I swear she smiled back at me, the staff couldn’t believe it either. She was back, we were together again and she was coming home with me, this time for good. The next picture is a bit gratuitous but I make no apology, when you have missed someone like this you want to share when it comes back together.
Okay, I did it again to you but I’m sure you all guessed it, didn’t you? But there is an amazing story to tell. I traded in loads of stuff last September to get a Playstation 3, one of those things was my beloved Guitar Hero 2 game and guitar, I’d played it to death at the time. After a while I wished that I hadn’t and tried to replace it but found it really hard to come by, or horrendously overpriced. Just recently I found a pre-owned copy for £40 but that was just the solus edition so I passed.
Last Sunday I was in Games Centre, the shop where I had traded it in, trying to get a copy but none were to be had, or so we thought. On the way out the door I spied an immaculate, boxed copy of the Guitar and game, the manager didn’t know it was in the shop, it was only £45. I opened the box at the counter to check the condition to discover it was my copy that had been in the back shop for six months, hiding. Even better still the price was wrong and it was only £33, cheaper than the trade in value I got. It now stays with me again and she is beside all of her sisters in my flat, check out the picture below and then read the surprise.
Throughout this post I have included 26 song titles from the Guitar Hero 2 setlist, can you find them all? Answers to follow shortly.
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