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Why do you look for avenues out when you’re stubbornly staying in? Is it a map obsession, compulsive route-planning, a need to feel your way around? Is it claustrophobia, or another sort of hang up? How could you sit there and unreasonably expect all of them to moon about you, single, when you’ve been consistently unsingle and yet hankering after their promises, the promises of a selfish crowd, bravely going on, yet icked out by the daunting prospect of competition? You, the champion of integrity. You, the freedom fighter of purity, truth and honesty. You, the self righteous sinner.
I still believe in honesty. I still believe in knowing the whole picture before stepping in. If not, it may just become a matter of “I should have known better” or “I shouldn’t have expected too much”. I have said all these things before, when honesty came too late once.
But greater than putting up that wall of truth, even if we walk into it head first, is being honest with ourselves.
Why do we search? Why don’t we remain if this is where we said we need to be? What are we looking for? And if the doorway beckons, why do we not go, instead standing there bathed in the light creeping in from under the door
You both are too cheem for me. Me simple boy. Where’s my lunch.