I Am a Bad Poly Person

About all I had to say in our fam­i­ly ther­a­py ses­sion tonight is that I’m tired of talking.

I’m tired of seri­ous con­ver­sa­tions. I’m tired of plan­ning projects. I’m tired of pro­cess­ing, inter­pret­ing, mirroring—all of it.

I’m just tired.

The next time some­one says, “Com­mu­ni­cate, com­mu­ni­cate, com­mu­ni­cate” to me, I’m all too like­ly to rec­om­mend that he per­form phys­i­cal­ly impos­si­ble and painful acts.

If you’re around me right now, you’d best say what­ev­er you have to say. Say it plain­ly and con­cise­ly. Do your think­ing silent­ly if you don’t yet know what you want to say, and wait ’til you do know to open your mouth.

Then shut up. I don’t need exten­sive expla­na­tions. I don’t want jus­ti­fi­ca­tions. I don’t want an explo­ration of every alter­na­tive you’ve con­sid­ered. If I want that stuff, I’ll ask. 

But I’ll prob­a­bly just be hap­pi­er with the silence.

Cur­rent Mood: 😴tired
Cyn is Rick's wife, Katie's Mom, and Esther & Oliver's Mémé. She's also a professional geek, avid reader, fledgling coder, enthusiastic gamer (TTRPGs), occasional singer, and devoted stitcher.
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