07-21-09
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You can practice.
Um, okay.
I've been keeping things from you. There are a lot of subjects that make me feel uncomforatable. Taboos. Secrets, whatever.
I still want to be honest with you, but I don't have to share everything with you. These separations between us are healthy. I am not you and you are not me. This is a good thing!
I saw you last week on Market Street, looking very angry. You lowered your eyes to half mast and paced back and forth. You scuffed your feet against the concrete. Blood was all over your lip. That skinny kid you had just been fighting ran down the subway steps. He looked like a startled fawn. Your hands were still clenched in round fists. You were afraid to make eye contact with everyone, including me.
I spoke to you. "You all right?"
You didn't answer.
See? You hide things too! But don't think I am blaming you; I am happy about this. I want you to keep some things to yourself. I want you to be comfortable with being alone sometimes. Not forever, just sometimes.
Just so you know:
All my technology has failed me. Lately, all of my computing devices have turned against me, crashing in cadence. Is there some sort of virus going around? Every time I try to save my work forever, everything freezes and fails. As I write this, I am unsure that I will even be able to transmit this to you.
I am really trying to communicate, can't you see? I still want to be friends with you. |
