I’m listening to HELL YEAH by Neil Diamond.

This song always takes me on a trip.

My head up in the sky.

That’s me. My cosmic connection with my earthly connection, it’s a wonder why I don’t go insane.

But then again, who has Death as the guardian angel?

You do.

Yeah, but why?

You’re God.

Why?

Do I really need to go over this again?

No, maybe it’s just that I want to be human,  but I’m not. Who else is going to live 5,000 years?

You have a point. You have a lonely existence.  You daughters know who you are, but no one else.

I know. I can’t believe I put myself in a Hungarian body. It’s one thing if I never knew a woman’s love, but I’ve felt what it’s like to be loved by a died in the fire Phoenix. 

I’ve loved, oh how I have loved.  4 wives, and I truly loved each and every one.

Now, I understand my life, and who would want to share it with me?

Who could?

There is one you have met, she’d be perfect for you.

Why?

Why do you do this to me?

Tell me there’s one, but you won’t tell me who. Or when I’ll meet her.

You’ve already met her.

Fuck off.

This is what I’ve dealt with for years, who in the blue holy fuck is it?

You should know,  you felt it. You know you did.

Yeah, but she needs to work on herself before she’d be ready for me. I hate that that is true. 

How do I tell her.” You need to work on yourself before I can date you.”

Even saying it feels nasty. I don’t want to be condescending. But everything about this makes me condescending. 

I’m Zeus,  that right there,  that’s not going to work. 

Think about it.

If you think about it, who would want you for unexplained reasons?

Hera?

Yeah.

Now, this makes sense.  I just need to wait and she’ll come to me.

By jove, I think he’s got it.

Fuck you.

Yeah, I got it. Patience has never been my strong suit.

I work at it, and I work at it, and I work at it. Learning patience is the biggest challenge I’ve ever faced.

And you’re doing good. Haven’t I told you to be less patient?

Yeah.

I’ve gone from impatient as hell to being too patient. I know what people are doing even if they don’t say it.  I wait to see if they notice I don’t buy it.

And they never notice. It’s abysmal watching people thinking they have me snowed,  but I’m a telepath, I know what’s going on.

Yeah, but you know, comparatively, your more intelligent than most people.  They don’t understand why you always catch them.

These people are functionally stupid. Not intelligent.

I get that,  but I hope, I hope that there’s some way to reach them. But I know they’ll never get the message.

I think this is my final thought. I want to dream about it. What if I could reach the stupid people?