Hanged Man Krom Salamander

III. Voice of G6G

I’m not running away, you’re not pushing
me are you? Yes, we’re in a rough patch
and I’m at a loss as to what to say.
This is something you’re going through, and I
don’t understand, but I understand, you know?
There’s something really deep and really
painful. I’m concerned that you may be
wallowing. You say you’re not. You’re grieving
the fact of your forty-hour a week job—
not that you’ve lost it, but that you’ve even
got one. I don’t have a job like that, though
I work as you know, on my own. I bring in
the rent and the gas and the food and extras.
Oh, there is so much in you, honey! I’m amazed
at all that you’re capable of, but this cleaning
your apartment thing—well it does affect
me. I don’t like being at your place. You say
you want to clean, you’d like to put together
a home-business and do your creative stuff
which I support. The reality is though, you work
for a living. Lots of people balance the forty
with cleaning their houses, with going to meetings,
with working out, meditating, doing their writing,
working their food plan, taking and giving calls
to sponsors and sponsees, fixing up the backyard
having fun, laundry, getting enough rest,
looking for a decent therapist, moving to set
up your own business, and of course, being
in a relationship. You’ve got to pick up the slack,
sweetums, and stop paying attention to how
our culture’s going bye-bye bam-bam, which you
know I hate hearing about. Anyway, I’m tired
of this area of talk. Let’s move on to something positive?