What the Hell is going on?

Having been a long time since I have stroked these keyboards, one would have thought your scribe had either paroled or had gotten himself lost on an atoll surronded by Saxettes. Ah, to no avail, it is neither of these romantic ideals, but something much more basic. To put it mildly, I have been in a funk. Not inactive, mind you, but entered a limbo on earth and become a bubble boy of sorts.

After all, if you are to be a pundit of love, there has to be quality material from where you can reach back and pluck gems of wisdom to share with a world salivating for your every word. Looking at the love meter located at the end of this blog(there is an end of the blog), I seem to be the only one waiting on "the word."

What I unfortunately have come to recognize, once again, is the incredible talent that we have as a species to be destructive of each other. Especially those of us who are able to prey on the psyche of others in order to get some type of perverted satisfaction. The pen is not what is mightier than the sword, for now we have resorted to keypads to convey our latest feelings in a series of incomprehensible(for those on the outside) shortcuts and text inspired jargon.

Gossip is a word, when listened to on the white Album may sound like piss og, or a more Manson-like interpretation would be Go piss. The bad thing about this concept is that, like time, it can tear down a building or destroy a woman's face. As any relationship between friends, families, acquintances or enemies, we rely on a level of trust, or the lack thereof to base the level and nature of our willingness to deal with others. When we lose that trust, we become numb to others and wary of anyone else that enters our life. With trust comes comfort and security. Knowing full well that those who are in theory loved ones would never break this bond just for the momentary thrill of being catty and controlling by possessing information on another. Possession of trust is 9/10 of a relationship, but the entire thing can be flushed into sewer wasteland when the bond is broken.

There in lies the proverbial rub my Saxettes, because having laughed at other's expense or done the feigned sign of eye popping interest in getting scoop on another, will only lead Karma to slap you upside the head. Now, as much as we want to deny this, we are all on a rollercoaster of insecurity and relish in the thought of getting trash on some one. In analyzing the kicks we get on Route Gossip, we have to be honest enough to recognize that by our own nature, whoever we are, there is some vicarious thrill on getting the inside skinny. I guess the lesson I have learned is that all the laughs had at the expense of another, come back to hurt much when one who is undeserving fall prey to dirty rumors and innuendos.

So the bottom line is this, Karma does exist and when you open yourself to the universe, expect that she will make sure that your petty meddling in others affairs will be returned tef-fold against you or someone you care about in this world.

So Sez Sax....