Promises of Psychology

Narrated portrait of an endured challenge of ire/envy for a writer involving his attempt to rekindle his drowned-marriage for a reading in distance.

A tale of inventive life-affirmation involving endured/evaded Hell. 

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Let me tell you my story, of my adventures in sports-superstition story-writing in my shared condo in Boston-town that got lots of cyber-society raves but drew the ire and envy of my Dartmouth-roommate who decided he'd try to bloody-murder my new waitress-lady ex-girlfriend (Esmerelda), which drew much social-media 'friendly' memories of survivalism for nerdist-faces of American lifestyle.

ESMERELDA: You want me to visit you, and your pal in your house, to read stories?

ME: This will be perfect, because my roommate's totally jealous and ire-ridden.

ESMERELDA: He's not a Patriot-fan for Homeland-sports language-arts?

ME: He's my direct-opposite, Ezzy...this will offer some nice home-space religion!

ESMERELDA: You must really be seeking real-estate optimism for writers now.

ME: You got it; Facebook like for home-living sanities, Esmerelda.

Esmerelda ('Ezzy') whose father had been an Orange-State football-culture 'president' of American culture showed-up as promised in a Dolphins-Xmas cardigan (I bought it!) and facilitated a team-reading of my cyber-sports superstitions stories, and that's when things began to actually unravel for a bad social media joke.

When I grabbed a family-heirloom ring for my engagement proposal, to remarry Ezzy, my roommate sprang up, totally now fed-up with holding his demons inside and never really negotiating what to do about all this ire/envy, pulled out his switch-blade and threatened to cut Esmerelda's wrists before I slipped the happy-treasure onto her ring-finger (damn).

ESMERELDA: At least we're both alive, hon.

ME: My roommate's been (officially) committed for psychiatric-incarceration/meds.

ESMERELDA: That was a miracle, what we were able to do, in that condo of yours!

ME: Who cares...for we're Belgian (now)?

ESMERELDA: What did you learn, from that ordeal for a writer, hon?

ME: Remarrying you was worth its weight in lycanthropy-silver, Ezzy (wow).

Ezzy/I settled into my post-writing career Brussels sprout eatery-dive venture for gold, and we'd remember my New England town condo-misadventure of psychosis and anti-Patriot ire proportion(s) as a high-write for what was an American expression of sports-media 'consciousness' gone totally to Hell. All I can say is, I came out remembering my reading of John Knowles from high-school and thinking of our Earthling social-media culture as a spirit-lens for field goals in (actual) 'leviathan' dentistry (for a bureaucracy-reading in time!).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)