Calling Beck...

Nope! Not calling for a taxi!

A few days ago, the Beck song almost became my anthem. I did feel like a loser and hummed in my head,

I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?

Then, I started focusing on the following lyrics:

In the time of chimpanzees, I was a monkey.

Then, it hit me. I am not a loser! Perhaps a misfit and perhaps a bit different?! Monkeys are supposed to be less smart than chimpanzees. So, maybe, I am a little stupid?! Doesn't matter!! I am definitely a winner because I did not compromise on my integrity.

I have been sitting on this (un)fortunate incident for a few days now. Somehow, perception won over reality and appearances took over the truth. In one sentence, the friendship between Greek God and Momley came to a standstill, a tragic end.

Why is it that no one speculates a lesbian relationship when 2 women hangout - go for a walk, have lunch together or shop for groceries. A man and a woman are seen at Costco together and it is some sort of absurd proof that they must be involved?!

It is Costco folks; not Shangri-La! The man and woman are buying chips for pizza lunch for their children's school!!

Like my brother quoted from Lawrence of Arabia, "a little people, a silly people" or something like that!

So, it felt natural for Momley to give up her friendship. She is all for Mr. Spock's Vulcan philosophy of the needs of the many being more important than the needs of the few. So, only 2 people were affected; the other was ASid who was so supportive of her friendship with G. 

On that note, I would like to quote Sir B/UB who had these last and great words to make me feel better and made ASid feel better as well:

Pride is only a sin when left untempered with humility, the latter of which you have more than plenty of. So keep your head high and don't let busybody hens tell you who you can or can NOT associate with.

And if the person you are associating with is not big enough of a person to do the right thing, then their worth is undeserving of your respect as well.

Boys, pay attention! Words to live by! Even from a tragic ending, we can learn valuable life lessons.

If it is worth it, battle it out. Even if you lose, you know that you gave it your all. At the end, that's all that matters.

Note: If Momley didn’t sit on this post for a few days, it would have sounded as sobby as the sobby voicemail she left for Smoggy to hear. Luckily, time does heal. Now the post is a triumphant tale where Momley is a glorious winner. Of course, it also helps to have full control over a blog where she has the last word!