Hitting Rock Bottom then Back to Evil

Whether you choose to believe in God or let philosophy guide your moral compass, there are undeniable universal truths that guide us. I experienced an epiphany last night. Sometimes you have to hit rock bottom before you can admit you have a problem. It is only then that you can see more clearly.

Yesterday, I got a call from Ed in Fort Lauderdale chastising me for forgetting about him. He is a blog reader that I met in person earlier this year in Fort Lauderdale. Ed had just won "Employee of the Month". I would have never known about it had he not called. I hadn't been keeping in touch.

My initial response was, "Well... perhaps if you still left comments on my blog like you used to... I'd remember to keep in touch." ZING! Predictably, that didn't go over too well.

Ed didn't mince words when he let me know that my blog has taken a sudden darker turn in the last few months. Apparently, he didn't agree with some of my viewpoints or appreciate the TUDE.

I was not surprised one bit by this revelation. I HAVE been extra bitchy lately! That's a shame too, because I really didn't want to grow up being an ornery old bastard. I suppose my bad mood has come from the stress of turning a year older the lack of sex and perhaps my horrible losing streak.

Let me tell you, constantly being beat week after week has made winning that much more important to me. I have a serious problem with attaching too much of my self worth to winning already. Add in my horrendous Scrabulous record on Facebook, and I feel like a shell of the champion I once was.

I would dare say that so much losing has made me more humble. It's true. I have been beaten down to a bloody pulp. My ego is just a ghost of what it used to be. Now, winning is all but a forgotten memory. Sniff.

Maybe tennis shouldn't be the center of my world? Seeing all those buff boys in Moby's flickr gave me the desire to work out again. It would at least give me another fitness outlet that did NOT involve "winning" or "losing".

At that very moment when I saw the answer to my nightmarish tennis season, E.Shrew asked ... "What's your saying? Losing is for losers? Goodnight Loser. Bwahaha!"

My heart sank as my spirit just got stomped on. E.Shrew danced around gleefully that he and his doubles partner were now sporting a spiffy 2-2 record, while I sat at the very woeful 0-4 with my sucky one.

The hard wires in my brain instantly went hot. All of a sudden, I had a Plankton moment. The epiphany promptly went out the window as I vowed to regain my winning ways no matter what it took.

I'll rule the world, and everyone. You will ... bow down ... to me!

You may all thank E.Shrew for ruining my epiphany. Oh, what could have been?