I woke up yesterday morning with a dull and depressing conviction that I was no longer useful to a certain person, so I should get out of her life.
What’s that all about? Why stay close to a person to whom you feel connected only as long as you believe you’re serving some need or purpose of theirs? Shouldn’t connection be a two-way process? Is this what comes of being the opposite of a predator? Is it some sort of self-sacrificial neurosis perhaps? Blowed if I know.
I never did get the hang of relating to other human beings. I wonder how much longer I’m going to carry on trying.
Normal service will be resumed as soon as possible.