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In later years, my writings tend to incorporate hope
I hint at it, allude to it, or even praise it outright
But I have so precious little of my own...and I wonder why
I thought of Pavlov:
If a dog is beaten every time it approaches people food
Eventually, after years of abuse
That dog will cringe whenever it sees a delicious morsel
To the point that the dog could be left alone with a steak
Without daring to sniff at it, likely afraid to even consider it
I realized, I _am_ that dog
Beaten down by life, disappointment, tragedy, solitude
Driven to terror by the possibility—even the hint—of hope
I wonder if there are any therapists out there
Who accept payment in kibble...
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Sep 13, 2025
Sep 13, 2025 at 12:11 PM UTC
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In later years, my writings tend to incorporate hope
I hint at it, allude to it, or even praise it outright
But I have so precious little of my own...and I wonder why
I thought of Pavlov:
If a dog is beaten every time it approaches people food
Eventually, after years of abuse
That dog will cringe whenever it sees a delicious morsel
To the point that the dog could be left alone with a steak
Without daring to sniff at it, likely afraid to even consider it
I realized, I _am_ that dog
Beaten down by life, disappointment, tragedy, solitude
Driven to terror by the possibility—even the hint—of hope
I wonder if there are any therapists out there
Who accept payment in kibble...
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