That which is left unspoken

Sometimes I really want to tell you about the crazy people I meet. The ones that really drive me nuts. You would eat up the stories. Laugh, cry, it would be better than Cats.

But I can’t.

The first problem is that I’m afraid they will find the story and it will hurt their feelings. As angry as people make me, or as crazy as I think some people are, I can’t purposely hurt anyone that way.

The second is that I’m afraid it will give me bad karma.

So, once again, I sit here holding my tongue.

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4 responses to this post.

  1. Posted by s on May 4, 2010 at 8:29 pm

    As a crazy person (who you know), the way you decide not to tell the stories is one of the reasons you have a wonderful soul.

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  2. That, dear K, is why they invented fiction.

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  3. Posted by CivilSarah on May 5, 2010 at 4:18 am

    Now, you see, for those of us with an insatiable curiosity, that post is torturous.

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  4. If you want to talk about your crazy musician friends, please do so. No hard feelings here! Besides, your stories are damn entertaining.

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