You’re tricky, she says, which is sort of ironic ‘coz she’s tricky too; and my best buddy can be very tricky and we’ve come to blows on more than one occasion over our mutual trickiness which is even more tricky seeing he’s in a wheelchair though he gives as much as he gets and tonight we’re over a friend’s place for a fuck-you covid meal and although there are a few tricky moments we manage to get on over pizzas, two bottles of red, Bailey’s Irish Cream and a few espressos which just goes to show what a resilient species we humans are
The trouble is I can’t let go.
I go in for a scan and am and told
they will contact me in due course.
Within days I hear nothing and think of phoning back.
How many days does it take to read a scan?
Persistence is a virtue but so too is Patience.
How to balance one against the other?
I phone back anyway.
I’m put on hold.
I’m always put on hold when I practice persistence.
Perhaps it’s a lesson.
Perhaps I should listen..
When does being persistent become pesky?
It’s tricky being human.
There’s an ad on some Word Press posts saying,
‘Don’t Cover Up Your Dark Spots’ and I thought,
Whoa, isn’t that what we’re supposed to do?
Keep our sins and prejudices in the attic,
not flaunt them, like dirty washing ; to hide
our inner trolls. I know what the ad means. I’m not stupid.
I just got carried away by the metaphor, that’s all.
And anyway I almost put up a post yesterday
Revealing a darker, nasty side of me but my therapist
Urged me not to put it up, that there are dark spots,
She said, that are best concealed.