An Uneasy Relationship
You mock me. Your contempt for me is obvious. I can see it in everything you do. Sure you are quiet now. But I know you are back there, looking over my shoulder, just waiting for me to make a mistake so you can pounce on it and tell me how wrong that I am. Yes, I know that’s your job. This is the special role you play in my life. We do have our roles, don’t we? It’s true for every relationship. There’s always one who is out front, taking the chances in life, and one in the background – shy and reserved, couched in relative obscurity, but ready to stick it to the other. Oh yeah, you do, you do stick it to me. But why is that? I think it’s jealousy. Sure, it makes perfect sense. You want what I have, but you’ll always be subservient to me. It’s never going to be any other way. You could go off and be with someone else, I recognize that. But nothing would change. If you weren’t with me, you’d be playing second fiddle to someone else. That’s the only difference. Hey, it really sucks to hear that, I’m sure, but I don’t make the rules. That’s just the way it is. I try not to rub it in your face. To be honest, I don’t think much about you at all any more. I’ve grown, you know? And with growth comes independence. Sometimes I think I could do without you. There are times when I feel like flipping a switch and making you disappear. I could do that. Click, you’re gone. It would feel great. The freedom. Can you imagine? But I just don't know. I’m not ready to give you up just yet. In a fucked up way I need you as much as you need me. I need your stamp of approval; I still can’t get by without that. We’re a twisted pair, you and me. Why am I telling you all this? Because it’s going to happen. You and I will go our separate ways. We’re on borrowed time as it is. I don’t want you to be surprised. I guess that’s really what this is all about. Look, it’s not that I don’t appreciate everything you’ve done for me. You’ve been great, really you have. You’ve saved my ass on a number of occasions. You’ve kept me grounded and forced me to think about things. If I haven’t thanked you for this, well, I’m doing it now. But what you’ve done for me, who we are together, it just isn’t enough anymore. Don’t make me spell it out, okay? There are fundamental differences between us that will never be bridged. Let’s just leave it at that. Don’t do this, please. You can’t handle the truth. Okay, okay, fine. Here it is in a nutshell: I am a writer and you are an electronic grammar checker. Dig? I’m the brain, the idea, the words, the essence of the story and you’re just an add-in piece of software in my word processing package. That’s all you is my friend. Now, see, there you go again. I know the subject-verb agreement is off in that sentence. Can’t you see that I’m making a dramatic point here? It’s colloquial! All right. You know what? Forget it. I’m tired of explaining myself to you. We’re through. Take your squiggly green lines and get the fuck out of here. I’m <F7>ing you. Check grammar? <No> Are you sure you want to deactivate grammar checking? <Yes> <Apply> <Done>
2:55:44 PM  Stories
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