Those 70ish Girls

The object of rejection is very sad indeed.

To be loved and well respected is a very human need.

The object often cannot see what stares them in the face.

With a recent introspect, I found that to be the case.

Was it something that I said, or something I had done?

I had no recollection of offending anyone.

I began to listen as I voiced my own obsessions.

Were the comments I called feedback really passive aggressions?

Things I disliked in others became infused in my demeanor.

I focused on your flaws and mine became much keener.

I came to the conclusion I had always been just fine.

Until my focus turned to you…

It’s all your fault, not mine.

I guess the only answer is to keep talking till I drop.

If you say that you’re not listening, I’ll tell your voice to stop.

I’ll remind you often that I know of what I speak.

You’ll become much wiser if it’s my council that you seek.

What did you just say? I should stay out of your dealings?

Now you’ve really done it. You’ve gone and hurt my feelings.

And now for the song of the day…