Marv's Mind

Self Control

I can't help it...it's how I was raised, sort of.

I'm an ass grabbin', butt smackin', fanny pinchin', cheek poppin' freak. I can't help it. I've tried to stop but I am weak and in need of treatment. I work really hard at passing by Zoo without reaching out to molest him. It's hard. It involves a huge amount of self control that I just don't possess. I've prayed for self control but for some strange reason it never arrived. Maybe I'm allergic to it. Maybe self control came to me but my body rejected it. It's faster than me. I've seen it lurking about but I'm unable to get my hands on it.

I am forced to walk in front of my man due to my sudden ass grabbin' tendencies. He wants to be able to have his eye on me at all times. If by chance I sneak up behind him in a parade down the hall...he'll look over his shoulder so he knows when to dart out of the way. He's pretty fast for an old guy.

I like the sound of a soft cupped pat and the feel of a grab. It's music to my ears. Different parts patted make different tones. Different kinds of pats make different sounds. My favorite is the one that sound a bit hollow and poppy. I love em!

Do you think God was punishing me with the dual elbow break? Do you think He was teaching me a lesson? I've acquired some self control during my 6 week sabbatical but I wonder if it's enough? Will I need a follow up session? Is this chronic?


-Marv/Sitting in for Marv-