Wednesday, February 22, 2017
The two of us.
I wake up sometimes wondering. Why do I keep fussing with myself? Sure I live alone. Still my mind chews on the past. Why don’t you have a lover? I have had hundreds of them. It’s a fleeting pleasure. Why don’t you have a husband? They always seemed more trouble than they were worth. That’s why. Why couldn’t you keep it together? I know this is partially old programming but it’s also a human need for closeness. When I mention having a relationship or husband to married women…they say what for? They sometimes envy my freedom. There is a price for everything.
I don’t need a lover I have a life. I should get a dog.