I have not been taking my meds
My personalities have never felt better
The programming was not working
So I switched off all the channels
Unlike Neo I took both pills
Turned into my inner child
Now I’m rolling and running down hill
Still profoundly upset with our depravity
I would argue the point that we are not civilized humanity
My best thinking had me drinking, drugging, and With myself Stuck IN
We lie to ourselves and others about minor things, major things, and all the things in between. There was before, then there was after, and again, everything in between.
The things we wished we had said and the things we ended up saying that weren’t quite right and didn’t land the way we wished they would, and possibly their feelings wouldn’t have been so hurt, or there wouldn’t have been such a misunderstanding if only the words had been right.
But the right words are for the right situations, and when things are messy, and misunderstandings are already the tapestry that has been laid, that encloses and surrounds a relationship, it doesn’t seem to matter how one says anything.
“You drive tonight and I’ll drive another day.”
Even though I anticipated getting a text like this from my husband today, it still gets my stomach churning and darkens my mood. By now, I’m fluent at translating these texts, and this one is easy: “I’m coming home early to drink so I can be plastered by tonight. I won’t be able to safely drive our family anywhere, so it’s on you.”