The Beatles: A Mini-series

George (1969)

    "Why are you bothering me? I told you, don't bother me when I'm meditating," I scolded my girlfriend as I was rudely interrupted out of my concentration. She stared at me, stunned, for a few seconds, then walked off. Thank god.
     You might think I'm insensitive, or being harsh, but I've asked her to leave me be and she just won't. Meditating is one of the only joys I have in life right now. Don't even get me started on my job, or the growth that's hanging around one of my friends. If that thing sits on my amp one more time, there will be some issues.
       I get back into the zone. I am one with the world, with Krishna, with myself. I see the sun, I see the rivers, I see peace throughout the land. 15 minutes later, I am sadly pulled back into reality by my timer. Unfortunately, I can't meditate all day.
     I get up, and go in the living room. My girlfriend is sewing a rip in one of her pants. I sit next to her and grab my guitar that sits on a stand next to the couch. I strum a few chords, hum some notes here, sing some melodies there. I look at (Y/N), because usually she watches me play, but she's fixated on her pants. I play a little louder and get closer to her, and she scoots away from me.
     I put my guitar back. "Hey, what the hell?" I asked. No reply.
      "(Y/N), why aren't you speaking to me?"
   She looks up and stares at me with a cold expression. "George, I know you like to meditate, and I'm sorry I interrupted today, but you have to stop snapping at me when I accidentally interrupt. It really hurts my feelings. I feel like I'm a burden to you."
      "Oh come on, love. You're being ridiculous."
   "No, I'm not. When you're in a bad mood, you're always so mean to me. I understand dealing with Paul, John, and Yoko hasn't been easy, but taking it out on me is bull-crap." My girlfriend had tears in her eyes. I sat and thought about what she said. Wow. She was right. I have been mean to her lately.
    "Babe, I'm so sorry. I-I guess I just don't realize it. Well, that's obvious. You're just the first person I see when I get home, and I unrightfully take my anger out on you. I'm so sorry."
    "George, your words are sweet, but I need you to prove to me you're sorry."
    "I will. I promise you. If I don't go through with my promise, you can hit me over the head with a frying pan." (Y/N) giggled. Seeing her smile made me so happy. Sometimes being angry really distracts you from the beauty within your life.
     "Hey, how about I take you out to dinner tonight?" I asked her.
    "That sounds wonderful. Let me guess, that Indian place a couple blocks over."
   "Well, I could go for that, but you choose tonight."
    "I could go for some curry and rice."
   "Hey, me too!" I cheered. She and I laughed, and I wrapped her in my arms and snuggled her.