The Importance of Being Important

In the grand scheme of things, most of us realize that we're not that important. Unless you're Tom Cruise or Paris Hilton, in which case you are important...but really only in your own mind. And to your publicist. But for the vast unwashed rest of us, we get along with the idea that we're at least important to family and friends. That's usually enough for our self esteem to make it through today, this week, and most of the rest of our lives.

It's a progression. You were important to your parents, then to your friends. Then to your love, then your children and thus the circle is complete.

I prefer not to date a woman with kids, and someone once asked me why. The answer is importance. After marriage, but before children, I would like to think...or at least have the illusion...that for a while I'm the most important person in my bride's life. It may not be true, but I'd like to think that. Once the small ones arrive, I know I'm going to be replaced, but then I know that. But to date a woman with kids is knowingly accept a lesser position from the get go. Not a satisfying position to be in.

Sometimes, you need to feel important. To someone.

I'm apparently in a mood this weekend. Went to the Malibu Rum beach party on Thursday, I missed one of my patna's birthday's (his wife did something funny with the invites), had lunch with Slim at Busy Bee cafe (I'll discuss later) and when Sporty called about the movie...I guess I got the consolation prize, because she'd already seen the movie we'd talked about. But she did at least try(and I should be happy at that)...and maybe that's what precipitated this little soliloquy.

Yep. In a mood.

Barkeep. Damn...I'm still not drinking. Guava juice and sprite?