Like Velcro, I unstuck myself from Aaron's problems. It feels good. Previous posts of love were painfully sarcastic because that's all I could give at the time. Heck, I wasn't myself. I was hitching a ride on his back in a desperate and vain attempt to steer him to the right. To the right! The right!!! Bad decision, myself. Evidence that I can't help him.

Humans have the capacity to imagine what the other guy is feeling. When what I imagine of the other guy becomes me, it is my duty to myself to refrain from that line of thinking. Truly. My perspective of things is always clear from above.

Hear that Velcro?