OH, CRAB!
When two people I highly respect, admire, and love are breathing fire –with me caught in the middle, I feel suffocated; I just want to crawl back into my own shell and never resurface… ever. I couldn’t stand this kind of conflict… not again. I’m crumbling to fine smithereens. ‘Tis a darn messy, dark jungle for a small crab.
Mr Reid once told me to follow the free crabs. I said I need not to, because I am the free crab. I got my own hole. I don’t live in a bucket with the captive crabs. This free crab is now lost, Mr Reid. I need the other free crabs! I’ve been arrogant to assume I could find my own way. This sudden onslaught of high tide is one I hadn’t been prepared for. It’s too late to dig my own hole. I only got my own shell to protect me.
Or I could just walk away… a coward’s way out. I am perfectly flawed, anyway. I never assumed I was perfect. I’m no saint crab, darn it!
January 1st, 2008 at 1:52 am
Hi Joy,
Hey, this happens to all “free” crabs. We learn one way or the other that our freedom hinges on our relationships and what we make of them. These are the days These are the days in which we have to be as “cunning as serpents.”
Don’t worry, fights between friends always run their course. Remain steady and cool as you always are.
BTW Happy New Year!!!
Lydia