Undone

I’m going to explain this, the only way I know how.

In complicated Metaphors.

You know those little dogs, the really annoying ones who keep trying to jump on your lap even though you’ve made blatently clear you don’t want them on your lap…. and you wouldn’t mind them, if they’d just lay down next to ya or maybe at your feet. You don’t mind him, he’s a nice Dog…. you just don’t want him on your lap. Your lap is not the place for the dog.

Right. I think you get it.

anyway.

THat’s me. Me with people. The people say “no, I don’t like you that way. You’re a nice person. It’s nothing personal– I just don’t like you that way.” and I the smart little dog in the metaphor Nod, smile and keep trying.

because it just doesn’t sink in. Oh. and I have a one up on the dog though. I can acknowledge the words being spoken to me. I can hear, and the people know i can hear.

The question is, from both them and me….. Why don’t I listen?

And YOU….. *blinks and twitches a little* If you find me so wrong in this, if i’m blatently wrong, if there’s a deal… something i’m missing here in this little metaphor– you tell me.

ASAP.

Derringer Meryl [trying to be good] Out