I Will Back Down
I am not concerned with being right on every single thing that spews out of my mouth or from these typing fingers. I usually don’t like to dig in. If you come after me in a comment section, I will read the comments. I will read your comments and the next guy’s comments and the next guy’s comments and this might go on for a while. Then I might get tired and play guitar for a while instead. Maybe I’ll hang out with my wife. Or maybe I’ll wash the dishes. Or maybe take a nap…you know, let the old subconscious straighten out my feelings before I come back. Sometimes it takes a lot to back down. But, I assure you, I can do it.
The stomach tightens and sinks.
The heart and lungs follow.
It’s a confounding reaction to a receipt of affection.
It’s familiar, and, therefore, oddly comforting.
But familiarity can be a curse.
A cursed reminder of what once went wrong when you were just trying to do things right this time.
This time it’ll be different, you say.
Why? You’re different, but what are you doing differently?