I think we need to talk…

I like this…this understanding of ours. (I am assuming we have one) I like the fact that my bare feet don’t have to be pricked by fallen stray sweet white sugar candy. Or that I have to sweat and tire myself under wrongly-designed and horribly-installed ceiling fans. May be, you do want me to do all this when I need you, but I don’t think you really mind! Besides most of your houses suck, except the one by the river and close to mine…

I have been very convenient with you. I don’t think of you unless I really need a favor or when nothing else helps me feel better… Not even whizzing night rides through empty streets in a new car… and not even her. Do you feel bad? I haven’t really noticed that. How would you let me know?

In fact, I have been rude in my younger days. You seemed all knowing and it pissed me off. Sometimes, I doubted your fan following… You have so many more loyal friends than me yet I expect you to be as good to me as you are to others.

Do you want our relationship to change? Do you want me to try harder? Do you want me to be more loyal and less using? Should I come by your house more often? Do you want me to get in line?

Please say no.