A Letter to My Friend

Hey, old friend.  You are a tricky one.  It’s been a while since we had a chat, so I thought I would drop you a line.  I’ve seen you around lately, but haven’t really pulled you aside to catch up.

You’ve had me involved in some fiascos – some longer than others – but I’m finally starting to get how this game works.  Relationships that should never have been or ran their course long before they met their fortuitous end, escapades that should not have involved me, journeys toward things that were never mine to begin with – they had your name written all over them.

I noticed you lurking around the other day, or was it just this morning?  Somehow you always seemed rather foreboding, but I must say that I find it all humorous now.  You sure do cast a long, dark shadow for someone so small.

Am I good enough?  Am I attractive enough?  Do I lack in erudition?  Is my waistline a little thicker than it should be?  Perhaps I should seek someone to validate me so that I can answer all in the affirmative.  Then again, that too shall prove fleeting.  This is what you would have me do and normally I would oblige, but you must excuse me, I’ve got other plans tonight.

As much as I’ve felt that we’ve had some business together, I’ve done well at avoiding you.  To be honest, you rather frightened me.  What if we met and I became unraveled?  What if we sat down together and you scared the utter hell out of me?  How could I risk that you carried with you more than I could handle?  But now that I’ve sat with you in the dead of night, you’re not so scary.

Run from you?  Certainly not.  Separate from you?  Why, never.  You and I are one.  You are me, but I am not fully you.  We are as interconnected as the rain is to the sea.  Yes, we will always be together, but from now on I will have to take the reins from you.

Ah, come now.  I see you, so no bother hiding behind that rock.  Just come on out and let’s sit awhile my dear nemesis-become-friend.  After all, there isn’t one of us who can spend his whole life running from his ego and live to tell about it.

 

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