Disinterested

My latest disinterest (my interest has faded dramatically over the past two months), but for lack of a better word I will use disinterest for now. He is so involved in his career that he doesn’t have time to run a vacuum cleaner in his house or take out the trash. Now I know there are some of you out there that don’t care about those things, but when your friends are your business associates and you wake up thinking about your political campaign or work, then something is missing there. I mean, I roll over in the morning and my mind settles on my family or friends, getting dressed and the evening ahead and I feel good and get into the shower.

But he gets up and never mind that I am lying next to him and we have not seen each other in a while, there is no smile or nice words for me, just - “I have this idea, I have to find… I need you to help me get…” If I died tomorrow I would close my eyes on a day well spent, the wonderful conversation that I had with some of my close friends. I guess we all have our own versions of what “wonderful” and “meaningful” is but I don’t want to be remembered for my political ambitions, my career or my bank account. I can’t do anything with all of that on my deathbed nor can I even take it with me to the grave. I guess that is where he and I part and the disinterest within me swells.