Mora/The Horny Housewife/The Horny Mora is in beautiful Hawaii this week. The person I’m here with (not a love interest) wasn’t feeling well today, so I set out on a beach-front horseback riding excursion by myself.
When the handsome Hawaiian cowboy at the ranch realized I was alone, he looked at me and said “So you’re Lonesome Dove, huh?”
“Not lonesome,” I answered. I thought about it for just a second, then added, ”Just Dove.”
He laughed a kind of a tired, macho laugh, which I found attractive because he was older and tall and, let’s face it, he had that sexy cowboy thing working for him.
But all during the ride, I found myself pondering this question as I moseyed: Can one will one’s self not to be lonely?
When I told the handsome Hawaiian cowboy that I wasn’t lonely, was I describing a true characteristic of my mental condition, or was I making an assertion which wasn’t quite true? And, if my claim wasn’t true, would it be possible to wish it into verity?
Is a state of non-loneliness anything like beliveing in fairies? If I wish hard enough and clap my hands loudly enough, can I save Tinkerbell’s life?
I believe in you, Tinkerbell. Do you believe in me?
♥Mora
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