to me hell would be doing the same thing everyday.
looking at the same four walls, looking at and creating the same TPS Reports
having the same conversations and arguments with the same people.
constant data entry – please stick a needle in my eye.
at some point, I seek out the edges.
this also means that I often get cut.
What is the price I am willing to pay for a life unfixed?
how far am I willing to go?
options, I must have them. If they are not there, I will create them.
Along the edges, that’s where I grow. Much like a tree.
Now I ask myself, where is my boundary?
It is unfixed…
Basically she told me that I was too independent. There was nothing for a man to fix. “He needs to feel needed,” she said.
Well, fuck that! I’m not un-fixing myself to help a man feel better about himself. Besides, if one looks closely enough, one will see the places where I am frayed.
Sometimes I crave the solidity of a man when my backbone feels too soft to support me. Other times, that’s the last thing I need: someone telling me what to do.
What I thought was a fixed “s”, I now am beginning to see is more of a “switch.” Yet another way in which I am unfixed. Another way in which I seek life on the edges… unfixed
now a beautiful speech by Maynard James Keenan. I highly recommend you listen if you agree with the statement that life is lived on the edges.