Thursday, March 19, 2009
Sometimes I think I'm exactly like the guy in Blake's "Poison Tree" poem. I'd like to talk issues out with people I don't get along with, but it never gets that far. I guess I retreat at the first sign of an attack. That's not true always, I suppose, but nevertheless. Anyway, I let things build too much and usually regret it later. This may seem to be obscure, but it's making sense to someone right now. So here it goes. I'm going to talk it out.