Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Saturday, April 21, 2012

4.21

I read my sickeningly true story about ships and feelings at the Legacy Lounge night for Writers' Club. I don't think anyone knew that it was about me. I don't think anyone could have known. For starters, I didn't ask them to. Secondly, I didn't want them to. It wasn't a cry for help. It was me sharing a feeling I think many people have had before.
How could they know that it was my explanation for why, after my internal storms ended, I almost sank another boat? It wasn't a squall that pulled hope into the water; it was me and my stubborn attitude. I didn't want to let go of an old relationship in favor of a new one, and I crushed both with a single blow.
Hopefully, someone got something out of it that I didn't intend.

Someday, I will find an opportunity to feel not like that story about gunnels and sinking, but like this one about gunnels and sinking.
And I wrote them within days of each other.

5 comments:

  1. Well, no, you don't have to say that. I just know that I've been trying to be more honest and this feels like you're being more so and/or clarifying things and I felt that honesty should be thanked. I don't know, maybe I'm weird.

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