Wednesday, August 10, 2011

I Wasn't Saying Goodbye To You

One night, I was heading home from work. To be honest, I didn't want to go home. I wanted to continue working. I'm a work horse. I have a twenty hours a day work ethic. I work twenty hours every now and then, but I sort of adapted to doing that much.

All I know is that I was riding my bike home, feeling incredibly sad that I had to finish work early. But I wasn't going to let it get to me in the end. While riding the bike, I made plans to watch some television and let the hours go by. I realized that it was comedy Wednesday. I have a schedule to watch nothing but sitcoms and tv shows from 7:00 p.m. to 2:30 a.m. This isn't a joke. I really do have a summer schedule for that. The fall season is another story.

One block away from my house, I saw my neighbor I'll call Ronnie. Ronnie is a wonderful neighbor of mine. I run into him every now and then. He'll be sitting down on his front porch, talking to his neighbors. Whenever I happen to cross by his house and he is sitting there, I always give him a shout out.

"Hey Ronnie," I said to him.

Ronnie turned around saw me riding the bike.

"What's up my friend?" he asked.

"I'm great. Just heading home and relaxing."

"I know that's right. I should be asleep. I have been up for almost twenty hours now."

I have never seen Ronnie work at his job, but if you look at him and see that he is a workaholic. He hardly gets a break. Not because he is not able to, but because he doesn't want to. His mind just keeps on going. That's something I definitely relate to. My mind tells me to work, work, work. But there comes a time when my body starts talking, telling me to get some rest.

"Get some rest Ronnie," I said.

"I'll try."

In comes a car heading in the other direction. I looked back over at Ronnie and said "Goodnight."

The driver in the car thought I was talking to her, and poked her head out of the window.

"How are you lamb chop?" she asked. The second she said that, I immediately increased the speed on my bike. I didn't even want the conversation to continue on. I finally made it home and immediately put the bike inside the house.

While I was hiding, I whispered to driver that was already far away "I wasn't saying goodbye to you."

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