Dear Christians, Since we have met I felt a deep, but oddly unnatural connection. A sort of one way dependency, if you can grasp my meaning. Our entire relationship seemingly has been about YOU. Day after day, year after year, a never ending onslaught of demands for attention and unbending deadlines. At first everything was a rush to reach the next. There was little patience to reach the bounties of the beginnings, the excitement of discovery. Always pushing, you seemed angry if I stood still if only for a moment to embrace the fullness of the experience. Throughout the years weve had our fair share of ups and downs for sure. But what I remember most is your forceful insistence that we were in a hurry, a rush into the next. You are like an alarm clock blaring, shattering the Experience. Screeching like nails on a chalk board. The unmistakable display of your frustration that this experience has gone on too long, your demand that it must come to an immediate end. I stare unfocused in amazement how it is only now after so many years that I recognize the seductive manipulation that you have used. You have enticed me and nearly everyone around you to be your unwitting soldiers and enforcers of your bizarre agenda. The same message from so many voices, echoing your constant demand that you get your way, OR ELSE. Crafty of you, to have so far a reach, as if you are not bound by the very rules you impose. After so many years together, I find your demands growing still, pushing now on the opposite end, as if you contridict the message to grow up so fast. You seem obsessed now with concerns for what we missed, some how forgetting that it was you who couldnt obide any longer. What sort of strange disorder has come over you? That after so many years you wished we had stayed a little longer, but so push to depart even now. I feel that our relationship is nothing more than the sum of moments. Its an empty feeling, like a measurement of nothing, a cup full of empty. I want to feel the sum of experiences, the flow and laughter of life, as the richness of life over flow its limits and only then becomes the next. It about time then, weve been together for so many years. And with both solomon endearment and a joyful realization, I must insist we divorce from intimacy and be just friends. Ive taken the liberty to gather your things, and though it seems ironic I use your time limit, it seems appropriate that I impose a deadline for you to pick them up. Knowing you dont like to play by your own rules, Ive placed them in the trash can. The garbage is picked up on Tuesday, best get them by then. Im almost certain youll agree that its about time. S.Science.
Posted on: Mon, 25 Nov 2013 23:33:01 +0000
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