I often wonder why all sorts of people like me. Could it actually be that they find my personality and company genuinely pleasant? Or is it that I talk less and allow them to go on and on about themselves, without interruption, without saying "I" once. Could it be that they see in me a rare opportunity to engage in a pure monologue without fear of being cut off?
And if so, what does that say? What does it mean?
They are using me, aren't they? They don't really like ME. Not really. They like what I provide: an ear, a shut mouth, focused eyes on them.
I wanted only to try to live in accord with the promptings which came from my true self. Why was that so very difficult?
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by g at 1/11/2014
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