The Extroverted Introvert

Southern California native. Full-time nerd. Lifelong Surfer. Musician. Record Collector. Cat Enthusiast. And Mid-Century aficionado.

This is a collection of musings and postings that make me hear and feel..... Stuff that sits in my mind and has remained hidden, until now. Many postings are things I find, yet I also post content that I write (or play).

Life is never boring.
It’s not always good,
Nor what we want.

Frustrations are abound,
Unexpected tragedies can be around the corner,
Blissful moments are fleeting.

However, it is what it is, 
And it stops for no one.

We all have to take it in stride,
Looking for those moments
That make it all worthwhile.

® Scott Diorio

The image of that naked body, standing up and seen from behind, had never been effaced from his memory. He was very little and was seeing that body from below, from the perspective of an ant, and if he at his present height were to look up at her today, it would be as if she were a statue five meters high. He was close to the body, yet infinitely distant from it. Doubly distant. In space and in time. It rose very high above him and was separated from him by countless years. That double distance made the little four-year-old boy dizzy. Now he was again feeling the same dizziness with immense intensity.

—Milan Kundera - “The Book of Laughter and Forgetting”

Some stay a bit.
Some are gone in a blink.


A fleeting moment of conversations and embrace,
A prolonged moment of dissolution.


Start as strangers,
Become lovers,
End as strangers


But we really don’t forget, now do we?


Why must we be strangers?

® Scott Diorio

Manipulate Me

Try and do it.

I dare you.

“Fool me once, shame on me,
Fool me twice, shame on you.”

There is nothing left for me to do
But to ignore your pleads and cries.

Twisting me in your eyes.

Make me be what you want me to be,
Your own thoughts come so easily.

But they are unlike my own
Which are not honored.

Is that too much to ask for?

I am no longer extension of you
And this you regret to view.

So honor my authentic self,
Put your notions on a shelf.

Accept my traits,
Respect my beliefs.
Or from you,
I will retreat.

® Scott Diorio

To put it another way, every love relationship is based on unwritten conventions rashly agreed upon by the lovers during the first weeks of their love. On the one hand, they are living a sort of dream; on the other, without realizing it, they are drawing up the fine print of their contracts like the most hard-nosed of lawyers.

— Milan Kundera, The Book of Laughter and Forgetting (via minutelovestories)

She once embraced me with her soft touch.
Which took me to a safe place.
Her eyes would meet mine,
While I stroked her hair and I showered her with kisses.
I would smell her.
I would feel her.
Our bodies wrapped together,
We shared cries of climax.

And then she was gone.

All of these are but a fleeting memory
Of the magic we once shared
For all but an instant
Life took over
And lifted the curtains
For us to return to our lives of normalcy.

Her smell still lingers on my sheets
And the memory of her touch now haunts me.
I once again will lie alone
In a bed that is too big without her.

® Scott Diorio