I was feeling lonely. I thought about a girlfriend I had before they invented fumdoogelbots. I do not know what fumdoogelbots are, but I dated this woman before fumdoogelbots were invented. In other words, a long time ago.
I thought about how much she loved and appreciated me. She worshipped me. She would do anything for me.
I was not ready to settle down and did not appreciate her love for me. We went our separate ways—at least that is what I like to think. In truth, I fled. I feared intimacy.
“Don’t it always seem to go that you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone?”
– Joni Mitchell
I have no idea where she is now or whether she is still on the planet. I miss her. Does she miss me? Does she ever think about me and wonder what would have happened if I had not run away? Does she ever think of trying to contact me again?
As these thoughts swirled and zigzagged through my mind, I picked up a pencil and started to doodle with swirls and zigzags. Soon a smiling face appeared and said, “Thank you, Gary, for creating me!”
Wow! Instantly I felt loved and appreciated. I was no longer alone. I had a doodle.
I love My Doodle, and My Doodle loves me.