Blockhead

After much thought…

After a solid year of contemplation and observation…

After much consideration, I have finally decided…

This picture perfectly sums-up my foray back into the world of dating after almost a decade of “off the market”ness: I am the Blockhead for the Lucy of Life.

I’ve never really compared myself to Charlie Brown before. I read the strips as I was growing up, of course, (it was a Sunday morning tradition) and I felt badly that things went so strangely wrong for the little bald-headed boy…as they always did. I felt for him when he let out the occasional scream. But not until I ran across this image again did I sort of actually get it...

I am the Blockhead for the Lucy of Life: I can see the goal. I have some general idea of what’s supposed to happen (move forward…kick…connect). I execute the plan in my head. I go for it! And…I fall on my ass. Right. That didn’t work out.

So…ok (scramble back). I reset. I see the goal…again. I do the mental run-through of the plan (move forward…kick…connect)…again. I go for it…again.

And…I’m staring up at the sky (again) wondering what in the world?!

I’m a Blockhead, see? I keep going back. I keep trying. I keep believing that maybe (just maybe) next time will be that one time that Life won’t have it in for me…next time I’ll connect…next time, I won’t be on my ass. Call it optimism or foolishness…call it stubbornness or perseverance…call it determined or dimwitted…call it insistent or insane…call it what you will. But I keep getting up. I keep trying. I keep believing. I keep falling down. I keep hurting (and hurting and hurting). But I keep getting up. I keep trying. I keep believing. Ad infinitum.

I am the Blockhead for the Lucy of Life. And maybe it's not such a bad thing (he was a Good Man, after all). Anyway, I’d muse more about it, but I’ve got to go get ready for my next kick…I have a good feeling about this one!