The Obsession That Turned into a Dangerous Addiction
CEO: So, why did you take yesterday off, where were you?
- Around.
CEO: Around??
- Yes, around.
awkward pause on his face, ...& a big smile on mine.
CEO: Is it personal?
- Yes, personal.
another awkward pause, this time on his face and tone of voice. An evil smirk on mine
CEO: What? does this involve a young man, perhaps?
....or a young horse? he added.
My lips just refused to stay glued to each other & I could not hold back the laughter.. He has a mind like that of a fortune teller, somehow he just knowwwwws things, just like THAT! He 'somehow' knew my day off had something to do with a horse. He just knew it.
So yes, my stallion finally arrived at the stables, I decided to call him "Sultan Marciano", and well.. he's a little crazy now. The boy looks like he's been trapped in a box for a century & a half, he has his eyes fixed on the paddocks, frustrated and agitated by confined spaces. Nonetheless, he managed to create a fan base of his own, a small group of people who circle around his box like pilgrims ooooh-ing & aaaaah-ing at his beauty.
What can I say, the boy is just stunning that way.To be honest though, as prettyful as he may be {& I'm really, rrrrreally proud of him for being all that} he hasn't taken over the beauty of my first pony, not even a little shred -- if anything, I think I love my pony (I.B.) twice as much now {& I thought I couldn't love him mOre, but his love seems to multiply like amoeba}.. It's an obsession that is slowly converging into a dangerous addiction; & I say dangerous because:
1) I like their company more than that of humans
2) I now spend more money on my ponies than myself lol
3) I go to extreme measures of making sure their intake of nutrition is the crème de la crème of what the market has to offer {think american VS domestic hay, individually packaged SmartPak supplements by daily dosage for both freshness, & ..well.. because my ponies deserve it}
4) When I start talking about them, I can't stop.. {like you haven't noticed that much by now lol}
5) Braiding their mane is slowly becoming a hobby, adorning them with sparkling glitters all over is becoming an obsession, ..hoofs too!
6) When I get upset with people, I talk to to my pony, he's my own not-so-little version of Dr.Phil
7) I get this itching urge to buy them stuff. Going to tack shops feels like going to a theme park, ..shopping for them makes me happy -very happy =>
8) I'm seriously considering 1-3 months horse psychology educational programs in other parts of the world.. I wonder what sort of look will I see on my dad's face when I break the news to him after I've made up my mind >_<;
9) My mom's love for ponies is slightly diverting to dislike, mainly because every time she calls me to ask where I'm at; my answer is almost uniform every single day: "with my pony"
10) I'm thinking of expanding my career horizons & doing something that previously was not an option: a career outside of the borders of the Emirates. The first excited thought-bubble that appeared on top of my head was: I KNOW the PERFECT equine logistics company that would take care of moving my ponies to wherever that may be {what? did you think I was gonna travel without them?}
Enough about my pony-love, let's talk about you, ...what do you think of his un-braided curls? lol
Kidding. Seriously, enough about the pony-love. But if just for the records, pony-love & the gym are probably the only things that gets my mind off my work-related stress, & quite frankly, I've had quite a substantial amount of that today.
I often allow myself the pleasure of sever opinions when asked, with little consideration for the delicacy of feelings; but that was not the case this afternoon. Instead, I chose to be politically correct, to just nod in agreement, smile, & graciously walk away.
It was only when I got home that I had a good thought about it, I was at loss trying to understand the reason for the conversation I had today, your manager tells you one thing, & then his manager says another, & you're sandwiched in between. I have not incurred the displeasure of either, I felt like a chameleon, and that was anything but gratifying.
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I miss conversations with my favorite Gemini, I do. Muse & my favorite gemini are probably the only two people that I feel so completely & utterly myself with. I miss that feeling of discomposed recklessness around people -- they're both away.
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