The American holiday of Thanksgiving — the perfect day to introduce my friend Phat. Phat and I go way back. We’ve been close friends since childhood. Oh, we lose touch every now and then, but we always hook back up at some point.
Phat has seen me through some pretty thick and thin times. Sometimes we have belly laughs to rival those giggling babies on You Tube. Other times we sit in the dark contemplating our belly buttons, wondering how life got this way.
I remember once, due to some unfortunate circumstances, I lived in a house with no central heat. Phat was there to help keep me warm that winter. Phat made a gradual exit that year after we chopped many a tree for the wood stove. By spring Phat was gone and my really illusive friend Phit came to visit for a short while. (Phat and Phit rarely visit together – they tend to get under each other’s skin.)
Sometimes, Phat sneaks up on me, that devilish prankster. Now is a perfect example, seems like I turned around and bam! there’s Phat hanging around in places I’ve never seen before.
As I’ve grown older, I find that Phat has grown more obnoxious. Or maybe Phat has always been that way and I’ve never taken the time to really notice.
Oh, people have told me Phat is really no good for me, that I’m being led down a path that leads to ill being. I suppose they are right. The times I’ve lived without Phat do tend to be more enjoyable all around. And if I think of it hard enough, I see that Phat does have a rather abusive personality with lots of boundary issues.
It is a classic cycle. Phat gets me all out of shape, I pull away and try to find a healthier lifestyle then Phat returns bearing sweet gifts in order to wiggle back into my life. Why even this morning I’m being plied with sweet rolls with Cinnabun icing.
Ye gads, they are right!
I am going to call Phit this very day and see if we can go for a walk and do some talking. We need to get better acquainted again. I have the number around here somewhere.
Just let me clean up these rolls and I’ll get right on it.