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Every workday, "Parker" sits in the seat adjacent to my own in the employee cafeteria, and relates the nasty, lurid details of a capsized marriage.
"I only get f----d once every few months, and she's sooooo domineering. My wife is just asking for a divorce."
"Parker" is a fourth-generation, Boston-raised Mick: high-strung, heavy drinking, passive-aggressive. There's a certain desperate intensity that I find thoroughly entertaining in "Parker's" body-language and overall presentation.
"Instead of getting sex, I have to resort to internet porn.......and man, do I have alot of it. She won't even watch it with me!"
I see the whole pathetic tableau in my mind's eye: a balding, pasty-fleshed "Parker", frantically j-----g off to thirty second porno clips -- pulling and puffing-- until a couple meager droplets of --- dribble down the side of his half-e------n. It's feral...........unclean..........disgusting.
Something moves me about Parker's failures.........the fact that his God-given marital union has succumbed to coldness, frigidity, and an obsession with non-nutritive c--k and c--t flicks. Finally, I gather up the boldness to speak my mind out loud.
"Parker......have you ever thought about embracing the lessons of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ?"
Parker tells me that he's jaded with an abusive, Roman-Catholic upbringing. "My interests lie more in the realm of Buddhism, I guess."
I wonder why it is that the lost sheep always move towards Buddhism, or some half-baked "Goddess" paganism. Somewhere, along the road, Christianity become the uncool kid among "world religions". Maybe the effort required to be a Christian is unappealing to the "thirty-minutes or less" generation, - a generation that would rather receive a neat and tidy clinical diagnosis like "bipolar" or ADHD, than deal with spiritual issues.
I spoke to Parker some more about Christ's blessings and sacrifice, but I can only hope that he took it to heart.
"I only get f----d once every few months, and she's sooooo domineering. My wife is just asking for a divorce."
"Parker" is a fourth-generation, Boston-raised Mick: high-strung, heavy drinking, passive-aggressive. There's a certain desperate intensity that I find thoroughly entertaining in "Parker's" body-language and overall presentation.
"Instead of getting sex, I have to resort to internet porn.......and man, do I have alot of it. She won't even watch it with me!"
I see the whole pathetic tableau in my mind's eye: a balding, pasty-fleshed "Parker", frantically j-----g off to thirty second porno clips -- pulling and puffing-- until a couple meager droplets of --- dribble down the side of his half-e------n. It's feral...........unclean..........disgusting.
Something moves me about Parker's failures.........the fact that his God-given marital union has succumbed to coldness, frigidity, and an obsession with non-nutritive c--k and c--t flicks. Finally, I gather up the boldness to speak my mind out loud.
"Parker......have you ever thought about embracing the lessons of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ?"
Parker tells me that he's jaded with an abusive, Roman-Catholic upbringing. "My interests lie more in the realm of Buddhism, I guess."
I wonder why it is that the lost sheep always move towards Buddhism, or some half-baked "Goddess" paganism. Somewhere, along the road, Christianity become the uncool kid among "world religions". Maybe the effort required to be a Christian is unappealing to the "thirty-minutes or less" generation, - a generation that would rather receive a neat and tidy clinical diagnosis like "bipolar" or ADHD, than deal with spiritual issues.
I spoke to Parker some more about Christ's blessings and sacrifice, but I can only hope that he took it to heart.
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