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by Tony Creech on Thursday, July 24, 2008

>after much research, or none, ive decided.
I have no heart.
i’m like a waste of an artichoke, you get to the center of me and its blank.
i don’t know if i can feel anything. i think not.
wait- scratch that, i can. i can worry and feel anxious, get lonely, laugh, feel unloved, feel appreciated, i can feel the pleasures of a good scare, a good kiss, a good flick, a good game, or a good converstaion.
i can feel inspired, and know when my friends are disappointed in me, or that they love me, but in the feelings department i’m like a offshore bank.
i wonder if i’ll ever be able to love someone and feel more than that common anxiety of wanting others to like you.
don’t go dramatic on me, i’m not being sad or… dramatic.
but i know it.
i sit and observe myself, and become astounded at the pessimisms that have grown up and encased me
for a really open guy, its tough to get through to me arriving at “feelings”
friendship i got down, but too many girls have had to sit across from me, trying to unlock me like i was a vault or a rubik’s cube.
i try to tell them that others have done so and found the treasure inside to be less than what they expected, less like treasure and more like constant frustration.
its not like i lock myself up like a vault.
its more like i’m an open vault, and you go in and find nothing.
no apologies, i told them it was empty.
oh well, no one beleives me.
i’m sure i’ll fall in love one day.
“sure” being loosely equivalent to “why not, i’m a sexy beast”

I was reminded yesterday that God has chosen to give me a chance at love-relationships, and to have a wife.
will he really bring me someone who’ll actually like me for me- a potty mouthed artist theologian with the ability to out-talk Rush Limbaugh ?

Chicks don’t me cuz they can’t push me around.

or because i’m the weirdest human being alive (not including celebrities, who get paid to be stupid and weird)
or maybe i’m insanely lame.
i feel insanely lame, the books that i read even call me lame.

i’m reading Richard Dawkins and he’s not as bright as he claims to be.
i’m tired of empty arguments that are more limp than a Mormon in his wedding day.
i think i’ll go back to GK Chesterton and enjoy my life again.

i like a good salad too.

Tony Creech
anthony thomas creech is Founder of Citadel Magazine. He's a marketing executive, filmmaker, screenwriter, columnist, and university lecturer on film, audio, media, and faith. You can find him at thecreechleague.com
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  • John
    Monday, August 4, 2008 at 6:23 am

    >You see, since I know you, I know it’s not true. I know you’re not an empty shell. I have tasted the nut inside.


    Anyway, I know you’re no Tinman. I’ve held your dreded head while you cried. I’ve laughed and danced and shed many a tear with you. You may be able to fool some, but not I Tony Creech. God has big plans for you. You just wait and see.

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