I used to look forward to posting here. I would get the seed of inspiration in me from an event,.. or a particular thought,.. and let it fester. I would compose a rough draft in my mind of how to best posture the things I wanted to say. Even if the substance of what I was wanting to put text to was unpleasant, the process of arranging it in my
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You cannot care about me in the absence of knowing who I am.
I concede you did not betray me,.. er,.. as I just said (confusion) no sense of active betrayal.
I don't take advice lightly,.. especially when it is so unfounded and contrary to my own perspective. What you say,.. it doesn't effect me other to reinforce the sense of distance between us and in a more general sense.
I was warm with you. Came to your place. Let you experience the love of my life,.. and then wandered off when the insistence of your curiosity proved too continually uncomfortable to me. I let it creep in and replace the warmth and return to being relative strangers again without a sense of hostility or ill will. If I had it to do over I just would never had made the connection to keep from having this lingering connection between us such that you think you know me or care about me.
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more than once.
Which is why I stopped responding.
The implication, 'hints', and 'winks' was during the period I was warm with you,.. like a lot of things in my life the substance of it became something that was painful to me and sharing the details of it,.. well,.. just got to be too personal.
I am 'fully insane' and thus not able to process what you intend as care in a constructive manner. I am comfortable with just being open and honest with my regard towards that kind of thing, not to be insulting but to keep from there being any kind of misunderstanding with where I stand,.. apart and ghost-like.
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