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Re: linh tu and Robert R's postings

Rich life - this is much more interesting to me than riches. To a point. 
The point being, I do like my habits of eating meals and sleeping in a
reasonably nice house. (mine's considered a starter house. Nice doesn't
mean a mansion, or even close.)

Both of you seem to me to have or be acquiring what I look for in friends
- your own center. You have things that are important, values,
self-knowing. You stand on your own - even though you are poor, Robert, I 
would imagine you're not waiting for someone to pick up your bills. In 
this case, poor does not mean "oh I overspent all my credit cards and 
have zillions of bills so I'm asking mom to take me in again"... it 
means you have chosen to do something in your life that gives you 
satisfaction and earns a living, but does not give you funding for fancy 
cars or a $500,000 home or weekends in foreign countries at whim. Is this 
supposition right?

This perhaps goes under the heading of ... maturity. The
self-responsibility that distinguishes an adult from a child. And the
ability to take what is important seriously, from making sure the world is
a better place by doing what you can do, to taking the time to find pure 
joy in walking outside on one of those perfect days and finding that all 
the buds on the cherry tree are open and scenting the air. Both what is 
monumental, and what might be overlooked. 

And to all the guys who are so freaked out about relationships... all 
of you who think every woman's after only certain things... all you 
people hiding behind your masks so noone can get to you again... here's a 
comment:

Looking at the future

I want to go around your hairline with a putty knife,
pull up the edges
convince you it's safe.

Meanwhile, days pass, weeks, months...
not much changes but the seasons.
My house needs painting. Cleaning. It fills with more junk.
I'm out shopping, buying nearly anything.
Last week I bought groceries three times so nothing would permanently
junk up my life.
But things keep arriving. 
Ads stack up on the kitchen table. 
Motivation low, I watch things accumulate,
and the cats shed, their fur binding the piles
into something solid.

You claim you're searching for me, 
or someone at least, 
looking at me with skittish eyes, considering endings
even before we start.

Just thinking about it I get tired.
It's that same deal all over.
You with the clay face. Me with the putty knife -
knowing it never works.

--W
22Mar95 rev 10May96