Sleep Over at Schmooie’s—(Part I)

I’ve been meaning to post an update since the last blog post only nothing really interesting has happened that would make for good reading. Now it’s high time to update everyone on the status of that certain Schmooie wanna-be called Shy Boy.

As you’ll recall from the last post, Shy Boy went away to another state to visit family over the holidays. He called every night to tell me what he had been up to that day, and I actually started to miss him. Until, that is, he called me one night in the middle of his trip and acted like a jackass. Sure, there are a lot worse things he could have done during that phone call. He could’ve been clubbing, boozing, all the things that make guys idiots. But Shy Boy’s not that type of guy. He’s a lazy stay at home kind of guy. And that was just the problem. Days of being pamper by his mother and father had turned a healthy grown man into a slothy, somewhat sleezy, indulgent twelve year old. What scared me was that I had never heard or seen him act that way to me before. He had always been responsible, doting, and caring toward me. It angered and freaked me out. I began to wonder, if this indolent sloth was the true Shy Boy. I did not know this person and I was ready to kill him!

Toward the end of his trip, he started to sound a lot more like the Shy Boy I knew. I tried to keep in mind the words of a wise sensei who said that a person is always different around his parents than he is around other people. I could hold in my rage no longer, although it had now brewed down to a mere troubled concern. I told him how he had scared me, that he didn’t sound like the same Shy Boy I knew, that he sounded so lazy and pampered and it worried me. He seemed vaguely aware of what I was talking about.  I brought it up with him again, this time to his face, when he got back. He admitted having his family take care of him did make him more lazy and that he liked the escaped of being a kid again, but by the end of the trip, he was glad to be back because even he was going a tad crazy. I’ve seen him about three times since his trip and during all those times, he’s been consistently like he the caring doting romantic Shy Boy I’ve been accustomed to. So here’s hoping he doesn’t become a lazy sloth on my watch.

Now onto the rest of today’s blog….(There's a lot to say, so see next entry below)