Call of the Warrior Queens

We all march to the beat of a different drum. And last night, the FDG lured me into believing we had the same drummer. As Agatha once said, the Moon conquers the night, casting its spell on all who lay eyes on it; till the Sun rises, rendering it inconsequential. A gray sky keeps her mystique safe as I walk to work, the FDG's words echoing in my ears, hope blossoming... I am not her. The beat that sways me is as alien to her as hers is to me, despite our similarities. I don't believe as she does that the male of the species are all alike. I don't believe in gentle persuasion. This is probably why I've never had a boyfriend, but this is who I am, and you can't change people. Even when we're dancing to the music around us, caught up in it's joyous melody, never wanting to stop, the cliched 'life is too' a rampant chorus reverberating through your bones, drowning out the beat that echoes through your heart, defining who you are and what you believe in, it still beats away.

To orchestrate people comes naturally to some, but I would rather just hear your song. If it calls to me, I will go with you where you want. My FDG is a conductor while I'm only the audience. We would both have them play for us, but we'd each hear it differently. She is today's warrior, a pragmatic realist. I belong in the world of fantasy, a warrior of the past and the future. A romantic idealist. The things that matter to me will always matter to me, despite her chopstick wielding logic. I can try and pretend that it doesn't. But I lie. The music can only drown out the beat of the drum, not deny it. It is perhaps true that two strongs may only make strife. But I want to walk by their side, neither leading nor following. The music makes you believe that you will always dance together, but we move to the beat of different drums.

I think I hear mine more clearly now that the music has stopped.