I’ve always had this problem with sharing problems. It’s not much of the sharing that is difficult (which can be) it is the deeply embeded fear that people will just tell me that it’s such a minor problem that I shouldn’t even bother.
I tried to tell you today about my problem. I don’t think I will do it anymore for the time being. Let’s build up those walls again people. I’ll get through this the same way I always do with other matters, alone.
Sometime back, I was on the phone with NigNagNoo, she said that I just had to download this song. She is dedicating it to me, especially for me.
er. Okay. Thanks. What do I do with it?
It’s for you to listen.
Okay. And then what?
You’re so dense!!!
What??!
I don’t get it. Am I suppose to sway around when I listen to it, run for the phone and call you when it comes on the radio. Is it to be our song? Because as far as I remember (and I remember great) there has been other songs before. I imagine that I leave the songs in a mental drawer. Just like that drawer I have full of socks which has lost it’s other half because it was sacrificed to appease the Great Washing Machine.
When that drawer full of songs gets full, I’ll pick it up and pilfer through it and dump any unwanteds into the trash and keep the ones that actually mean something to me.
