…attached himself to me, I called him a stalker. I met him in Cambridge; he was from Lancaster. My family was in the process of moving here when I met him at a cafe.
I knew it by my walk. It was so embarrassing.
I complained about “walking with his little legs.” He was very short. I am finally pulling up to my natural height and gait again.
There was that song from the sixties, “Short People…have no reason to live….”
I am short myself!!!
Then, there was a tall girl who I complained about, with her, it was taking change upon making a purchase, gathering the change awkwardly and being uncomfortable about touching hands in doing so. It was the worst feeling! That, similarly is only now going off of me after 3 1/2 decades. I don’t remember why that was associated with this person but it drove me out of my mind. I used to love her to death but then, things got complicated and I met my husband and we parted ways, but she lingered in my mind, and I kept running into her or places I knew she had been, all over the country. And then I came back home here and I saw her back here too. I realize now that she was probably a very nice person and I was just so deranged at the time for reasons that I have made known that I couldn’t handle her friendship and she couldn’t handle mine. She shared some very confidential things with me that were more than I could bear and I felt trapped. And then she got me into trouble and I really didn’t understand what she was doing or why, then all of a sudden we were best friends when we were both out of the hospital and at a partial program. I realize now that she was a very brilliant woman. At that time I was lost in my own world and thought I was the smartest act going. I see it now, a very complex situation and I was not up to handling it. I was not a student of personalities at that time. That a person could be vicious when hurt. Just like me. Nobody else had ever taken enough of an interest in me. I have been tied up with this ever since, I see it unraveling. I just assumed.
Un.Bon.Mot 