There is a new dynamic at play here. The common response to my existence is the litany. Here it is – “It amazes me that…(you did/did not/said)” “Why aren’t you…(there/here/anywhere)” “I don’t have to listen to this (suggestion/idea/question)”
It’s easy. Fill in the blanks.
I’m walking down a long, dank hallway. In each door I pass, is a grid. Hands, fingers, words reach me through the small orifices. “Do…don’t…no…no…I’m busy good-bye.” I remember when I hear these things that it is not me creating this swamp of emotion. It is me experience someone else’s expression of their pain. Anger. Inconsolence. Fear. Discomfort.
For the first time in my life I am free. I am free of the need to answer to anyone. I have an invisible tag attached to me. It says my price, manufacturer and origin. It does not have a blank as can be used above, to fill in. What’s there is there.
I’m already made and if I am to be used, it will be in the correct manner to avoid harm.