We who are
your closest friends
feel the time
has come to tell you
that every Thursday
we have been meeting,
as a group,
to devise ways
to keep you
in perpetual uncertainty
frustration
discontent and
torture
by neither loving you
as much as you want
nor cutting you adrift.
Your analyst is
in on it,
plus your boyfriend
and your ex-husband;
and we have pledged
to disappoint you
as long as you need us.
In announcing our
association
we realize we have
placed in your hands
a possible antidote
against uncertainty
indeed against ourselves.
But since Thursday nights
have brought us
to a community
of purpose
rare in itself
with you as
the natural center,
we feel hopeful you
will continue to make unreasonable
demands for affection
if not as a consequence
of your disasterous personality
then for the good of the collective.
Isn't that awesome? When I start thinking everyone in my life is out to get me - I read that and have a good laugh at myself. Sometimes when one person hurts me I start thinking everyone in my life hates me and is plotting against me - but that kind of paranoia just makes me more insecure. It's better to trust that it is just one isolated jealous person and not hurt myself more with suspecting people who really care for me.
1 comment:
But is it paranoia if people really are out to get you?
;-)
Thanks for sharing the poem. Will keep it close at hand...
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