on the table.
He went back to the online articles about Mr. Menchee, aiming to memorize each and every word. The playful couple started at it again, distracting him. Now, they stood across from him, their backs turned as they waited at the counter. He watched the man slowly reach behind and grab his girlfriend’s ass, squeezing it. As a result, she twisted and giggled in his grip. Xzion simply stared. Clasping his hands together, he looked back and forth between the two, until finally, he witnessed up close and personal another embrace, followed by a sensual kiss. He cocked his head curiously to the side, like a befuddled canine. After a few moments, Xzion turned away, and typed: ‘Love and Intimacy’ into the Google browser on his laptop.
He clicked on the top link, a sociology website, and read the information:
Love and intimacy go hand in hand. Love is the physical, emotional, sexual, intellectual, or social affection one person holds for another. Concepts and words related to love include: adore, desire, prefer, possess, care for, serve, and even worship. Intimacy, on the other hand, is a close relationship where mutual acceptance, nurturing, and trust are shared at some level. In order to understand love in human relationships, you must first understand how the self either enhances or inhibits your capacity to love.
“Why is all this shit related and so complex for them?”
You are self-developed under the watchful eyes of your caregiver or parents. When you were a newborn you were totally dependent upon the adults in your life to take care of your needs and raise you in a safe environment. You had to be fed and clothed, bathed and held, and loved and appreciated. While your caregivers provided those basic needs in your life, you attached to them and they attached to you. An attachment is an emotional and social bind that forms between one person and another. Humans are considered highly motivated to form attachments through their lives. – Paul Cheney.
“So that’s it,” Xzion mumbled. “They are like children that never grow into adulthood, constantly needing to be breastfed.” He re-read the information, trying to digest it, to ensure he hadn’t missed anything.
These attachments help fuel drug dependency. Because of feelings, the need to suppress, the humans take the drugs...maybe because they didn’t feel loved, needed or appreciated. This proves my point. It’s useless. He shook his head in disgust, then looked back up at the couple who were now exiting the establishment holding white plastic carry-out bags.
“Fucking idiots...”
His attention back on the computer, he typed in the address he had for Meechee, and did a search for an aerial view of the area. Seeing it on a screen, right there in color, made it more tangible. He quickly memorized the map, then leaned back in the booth seat and stretched his legs. A broad smile on his face, he picked up the ice-cream, now soft and runny, and devoured it, enjoying the cool sweetness that went down his throat, gave him much needed comfort, and encouraged relaxation before his night on the town...
****
Jayme couldn’t help but smile as the applause finally wore down. Dressed in her pleated navy blue pants, belt, holster and crisp white shirt, her police badge shined brightly under the warm, yellow lights. On her left arm was the Baltimore police patch—her beloved gold, black, red and white crest. She tipped her police hat forward as she bashfully returned to her chair in the audience, her gold and ivory plaque in hand. She had just been awarded her fifth acknowledgement for valor and bravery and no matter how many she obtained, she never got tired of it or became complacent. Her shelves boasted a multitude of awards from the city, county and even the state of Maryland. But she didn’t do her work for that—she did it for two reasons: to make a damn difference and she thrived on calming commotion.
She shook hands with several of her
He went back to the online articles about Mr. Menchee, aiming to memorize each and every word. The playful couple started at it again, distracting him. Now, they stood across from him, their backs turned as they waited at the counter. He watched the man slowly reach behind and grab his girlfriend’s ass, squeezing it. As a result, she twisted and giggled in his grip. Xzion simply stared. Clasping his hands together, he looked back and forth between the two, until finally, he witnessed up close and personal another embrace, followed by a sensual kiss. He cocked his head curiously to the side, like a befuddled canine. After a few moments, Xzion turned away, and typed: ‘Love and Intimacy’ into the Google browser on his laptop.
He clicked on the top link, a sociology website, and read the information:
Love and intimacy go hand in hand. Love is the physical, emotional, sexual, intellectual, or social affection one person holds for another. Concepts and words related to love include: adore, desire, prefer, possess, care for, serve, and even worship. Intimacy, on the other hand, is a close relationship where mutual acceptance, nurturing, and trust are shared at some level. In order to understand love in human relationships, you must first understand how the self either enhances or inhibits your capacity to love.
“Why is all this shit related and so complex for them?”
You are self-developed under the watchful eyes of your caregiver or parents. When you were a newborn you were totally dependent upon the adults in your life to take care of your needs and raise you in a safe environment. You had to be fed and clothed, bathed and held, and loved and appreciated. While your caregivers provided those basic needs in your life, you attached to them and they attached to you. An attachment is an emotional and social bind that forms between one person and another. Humans are considered highly motivated to form attachments through their lives. – Paul Cheney.
“So that’s it,” Xzion mumbled. “They are like children that never grow into adulthood, constantly needing to be breastfed.” He re-read the information, trying to digest it, to ensure he hadn’t missed anything.
These attachments help fuel drug dependency. Because of feelings, the need to suppress, the humans take the drugs...maybe because they didn’t feel loved, needed or appreciated. This proves my point. It’s useless. He shook his head in disgust, then looked back up at the couple who were now exiting the establishment holding white plastic carry-out bags.
“Fucking idiots...”
His attention back on the computer, he typed in the address he had for Meechee, and did a search for an aerial view of the area. Seeing it on a screen, right there in color, made it more tangible. He quickly memorized the map, then leaned back in the booth seat and stretched his legs. A broad smile on his face, he picked up the ice-cream, now soft and runny, and devoured it, enjoying the cool sweetness that went down his throat, gave him much needed comfort, and encouraged relaxation before his night on the town...
****
Jayme couldn’t help but smile as the applause finally wore down. Dressed in her pleated navy blue pants, belt, holster and crisp white shirt, her police badge shined brightly under the warm, yellow lights. On her left arm was the Baltimore police patch—her beloved gold, black, red and white crest. She tipped her police hat forward as she bashfully returned to her chair in the audience, her gold and ivory plaque in hand. She had just been awarded her fifth acknowledgement for valor and bravery and no matter how many she obtained, she never got tired of it or became complacent. Her shelves boasted a multitude of awards from the city, county and even the state of Maryland. But she didn’t do her work for that—she did it for two reasons: to make a damn difference and she thrived on calming commotion.
She shook hands with several of her
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