This weekend has brought me another round of the silent treatment. Where does anyone think that will get them? My ego would love to just pull the plug on all of this but my anima wouldn’t stand for it. My life is on the move and it only seems like I am at a weigh station but that’s because I have to check my own cargo before I move on.
I could feel sorry for those that lack the communicative skills I possess but maybe they have other skills I have not considered. I suppose too that I am in purgatory for the time being but I refuse to be in a living hell so that those who cannot fend for themselves sit and wait for me to make the next move. The weekend used to mean my respite from the workweek but now it only serves as a self-imposed prison until the weekdays arrive again. Fortunately these days do pass quickly.
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