Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Whack-A-Mole

The other week I was sitting in Thursday morning therapy talking about losing my marriage, leaving my home, retaking the bar, trying to get business, struggling with debt, firing an employee who wasn't working out, being chided by She-Who-Visits about how I'm not dealing properly with my impeding separation, my never-ending search for a rental apartment in Manhattan, and on and on and on.

My shrink stops me and says, "Your life seems like that game at carnivals. What's it called? The one where mice pop up and you try to hit them."

"You mean Whack-A-Mole?", I grinned.

"Yeah, that's it. Whack-A-Mole. Your life right now is a game of Whack-A-Mole."

And you know what, no matter how quick I am, how hard or sincerely I whack away, or how often I hit the little squinty-eyed subterranean bastards, they all keep coming back for more. I know this is supposed to be a kinky blog, but right now I just feel completely whacked out.

Today, I looked longingly in the window at the Louboutin store on Horatio and thought to myself that there was nothing about the way I feel that a woman wearing a pair of those shoes and wielding a nice cane couldn't fix with a few little whacks of her own.

Here's to whacking! Here's to Christian Louboutin! Here's to the ones with the high heels and the red bottoms. Hit me slowly, hit me quick. It's nice to be a lunatic!

4 comments:

Maitresse S said...

Whack-a-mole - what a great analogy. I have never thought of it that way but ya know....it fits.

I know we haven't spoken in a while but I have you are doing ok. Your situation kind of sounds a little like mine in a lot of ways so I feel for you. If I can help support you anyway during your seperation/divorce please let me know. We divorcees gotta stick together ;)

advochasty said...

S -

It has been just waaay too long!! We had a once-a-season thing going on and many too many seasons have passed.

So nice of you to drop by! I think it's our persistent, plucky, optimistic, romantic natures that connect.

So here's to spring and divorcees and separatees sticking together.

CU soon I hope!!

Her Majesty's Plaything said...

Hi Amigo:

This is a difficult phase you are going through. It's no fun playing "Whack-A-Mole" when you'd much rather someone else (preferably wearing a pair of Louboutins) was playing "Whack-An-Advo". Sorry. I know it was obvious but it was sitting there like low hanging fruit. I couldn't resist! ;-)

"golois?" "Go Lois!" Hmmm....

advochasty said...

HMP -

Tough time, lack of proper "whack-an-advo" for sure. But such is life. Survive then florish. And florish I will...