What I don’t want in my epitaph
I want to live an open life. Its my goal. My thing. Its what I want. I don’t want two parts of my life. I want you to know it all. And you can do with it as you will. I want to be honest with my friends, write openly in a blog, tell my mother my random, deep, or stupid thoughts.
Basically if I can’t tell my mother something, then I probably shouldn’t and really don’t want to be doing it.
“You want to have these conversations with yourself because its something that’s bothing you. Something you’re not okay with. If you were fine you wouldn’t feel this way.” I shake my head in agreement
You are correct. On that book of poetry when they have the blurb about the author, I don’t want it to say.
Sheena L. Young. She lives in the city. Enjoys readings the obituaries and is known for being a tease. She says yes when she really means no. She leads men on and considers them disposable and could care less. Some of her biggest social accomplishments are crushing men, playing power trips, and getting a kick out of the control she manipulates from their vulnerability. Currently, she is single.
I don’t ever want it to say that. And I’m never going to call my mom and have this conversation.
“Hi Mom,”
“What’s up. What’d you do today?”
“Oh. I met this guy on the bus. There was absolutely no chemistry and he wasn’t remotely attractive but i knew he wanted my number so I led him on and have a conversation I didn’t want to have just because I knew I had an ounce of power over him and I gave him my number. Don’t really know why because I’m never going to call him. And if he ask me to go out, I’m sure I’ll say yes even though I don’t want to. But hey, its a free meal. Why not?”
So I’m done.
You do or don’t do.
And in this case, I no longer do.
Changing is actually that simple.
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