There's No Need For You To Hide

I'd have to be the last person on Earth who can justifiably say, "There's no need for you to hide" since one of the few consistent things about me is that I hide - compulsively, obsessively. (If I were born with a cloak of invisibility, then all the better.)

But I will say it - I had said it.

"There's no need for you to hide, really. But - and you don't have to listen to me - Geeta, I think you need help. Now."

I don't know what Life is trying to pull here, but isn't it enough that my life is an endless cycle of repetitions - do I really need to meet people who are going through the exact same shit I had just about managed to put away?

I feel like such a fraud and hypocrite giving them the advice they ask of me. Also, what do I look like - do I look like a friggin' shrink to you? Don't ask me for advice or counsel - I talk outta my ass all the time!

Like I was saying, there's no need for you to hide ... but you can see why I gotta, right?

I'm saving you from me, from my (inevitably, inadvertently) screwing you up.



(Uh ... when somebody repeatedly tells you of their desire to die, it means they really won't do it - right? I mean, if I really wanted to die, the last thing I'd do is tell someone - they might stop me.

My logic isn't warped ... is it?)



[5/2/06: because even though you regret what you'd said or written, you can never undo the fact that you had.]