Fear
Rhetorically: A Conversation Trip Inside My Headspace
Rhetorically: A Conversation Trip Inside My Headspace
(05/11/2024
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- I need to ask you a question. Is there something wrong with me?
- There must be something “off” that you’re unable or unwilling to see.
- Why don’t I deserve the same consideration as him, as them, as her?
- Because obviously you’re not good enough, otherwise “how things are” would’ve long since become how they were.
- What if I’m just afraid of the unknown and what something real would require?
- Stop whining. You’ll be as happy as you choose to be as soon as you acknowledge that your irrational phobia is a thief and a liar.
- But what about all this self improvement I’ve done and how I’ve bettered myself from the inside out?
- You said you did that for yourself and yet here you stand looking for external validation and crippled by your it self doubt.
- But I did do it for myself! Still maybe it might be nice to have someone who appreciates it with whom to share my affections.
- But what if the rest of the world doesn’t see what you see? After all you’ve never actually seen your own face—only pictures and reflections.
- So they don’t actually mean it when they tell me that I’m so pretty and so smart and that I’m such an amazing catch?
- C’mon, Ky, they’re clearly just being polite cuz it’s been over 40 years and you haven’t found anyone that wants to be your partner and your perfect match.
- That’s not true! I’ve been told “I love you” lots of times, but I had to tell them it couldn’t work since they didn’t share my faith and love my God.
- So you only attract those that don’t share the most important part of your life…don’t you think that’s the tiniest bit odd?
- And going back to crippled, you’re middle-aged and handicapped with a chronic illness—do you honestly think someone would want to take that on?
- Don’t be delusional; this is real life not an Ed Sheeran song. (when your legs don’t work like they used to before)
- Stop it! Shut up! Now you’re being deliberately harsh and unnecessarily cruel.
- Don’t get mad at me; I’m just calling the game as I see it—I didn’t write the rules.
- Maybe I wasn’t direct enough before: The truth is you’re a saboteur because you’re a frightened woman-child and fear has you tight in its clutches.
- I said be quiet! I can’t stand you—and that’s saying a lot considering I’m holding on for dear life to these crutches.
- You think you’ve got me all figured out with your clichéd “better the devil you know” assessment and hackneyed psycho babble.
- I’m done with this interchange. I’ve had enough of your gabble.
- Besides who do you think you are? You don’t know me, and who gave you permission to respond to my thoughts and questions so categorically?
- You gave me permission, remember? I do know you cuz I AM YOU, and you can’t ask yourself questions rhetorically.
