So, I know where people fit in my life. I have those curious little gnats and problematic dramas from other avenues — but they’re gone. Lofted away with a quick movement of my hand. I can’t say though that once in awhile.. the bites don’t hurt. I have my darlings and the people who sit at my side and watch as the gnats buzz about, but even they don’t understand why I haven’t gotten used to it. Some people build up a tolerance to toxins, I guess. Some of us, well.. we never do.
Thing of it is, I’m content. Sure, I’ll scratch my arms and bitch for a few minutes about how they keep biting me.. but then, like a child, I move to the next thing. Some of these things used to mean more to me and if not for my life being on a constant push forward.. they’d probably weigh me down. I just ask that you stop biting me and worry about the next place you’ll fly to. Gnats have a short life span and you shouldn’t spend all of it biting on me.
I’m disinterested in giving them a lot of thought, but every once in awhile I find myself pondering why I’m so tempting. Is it that I have good responses? It’s fun to see me whine and scratch? What is it about me that makes you creatures thrive on the taste I provide you? Whatever it is, I wish I could make it go away and then we could all quietly live our lives amongst picnics and night-time strolls. The reminder of gnats and their bites wouldn’t wander into my absent thoughts and I could just be happy. Just happy, yeah? Is that so much to ask?
Perhaps one day I’ll not feel the bite and the itch anymore. That’d be nice.
