Where I Regret Doing The Right Thing

I met him at an event I was hosting. The growing crowds and reactions told me I was doing well. It was welcome respite from the morning’s fight, a common occurrence in the horror story I was living inside. I was aware of him through the whole day, even as I juggled conversations and thoughts, feeling the headiness of a juggler who

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Just One of My Shows

There’s a set we’re walking on, Tripping wires, treading toes, But you treat it like a dress rehearsal While I call it, ‘Just one of my shows’ Life is theatre, baby and the tickets sold out There will be no encore So let’s give this story, one true shot. =============================================================== If you liked this post, you’ll want to follow the

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Ritualised Relationships

I heard someone describe three other people’s interaction as ‘ritualised’. It made me think of the forced inanities that people thrust on each other, the scripts that we impose on each other and that we find ourselves following. The delighted welcomes, the whine exchanges, the mutual enabling of vices – aren’t these the traits of many long-running relationships? Some of us find

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A Conversational Weekend

The last time Adi was in town, I asked him, “So what do you want to do?” He sounded surprised, then he said, “Errr, meet?” “Yes, but what do you want to do?” I persisted. “Talk. Hang out. Chat. That’s all.” he said. Later we talked about this. He said that people in this city don’t seem to value conversations.

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