The Ninth Post

Life is a Rubik's cube. Consider the correlations. You can't see the whole thing at the same time. It's addictive, fun, and frustrating. It requires a complex set of moves to figure it out. You can't choose sides but work it from one end to the other. And as soon as you get it figured out, you can't do anything until it is all mixed up again. After all, a solved Rubik's cube is a pointless game, just as a life in perfect order is completely unexciting.

I could do with some unexcitement right about now, given that I'm so mixed up, I don't know which color I'm on or which move will put just two block together in the right order. I can solve the Rubik's cube, but solving my life is going to be far more complex. The standard cube is 3x3, but I suspect life has so many sides and colors and blocks that it is more like a 7x7 cube, which will break very easily should you not be careful with what you move. After all, the blocks you add, the more breakable the cube is. Funny how it continues to emulate life.

I think I was a solved 3x3 cube when I met Tara back in April. By the time we moved in together in June, I a slightly unsolved 4x4, and right about now, I've hit the completely mixed up 7x7 stage. I never dreamed I would deliver another pizza ever again, and yet in a few hours, that's what I'll be doing. I am hesitant to find another software company because they know that's what I do. You can't be incognito in your own field. They'll never expect me to be delivering pizzas. But I will make sure I'm wearing a hat.

After our Olive Garden date, I pulled out my well-worn cube and showed Tara that I could do it. She seemed moderately impressed.

The next couple months continued as the first few days had. The only difference is when I wanted to call her, I was able to. This is not to say she always answered right away. There were quite a few times I had to wait for a call back, but she always seemed happy to talk to me. But she always seemed to be busy doing something, but she would never say what.

But right before we moved in together, I learned all I was going to from her. She didn't answer all my questions, but she did tell me enough for me to now I shouldn't ask.