Comments on: Can’t Let Go http://pedestriansaga.com/archives/2005/06/13/140/ Thu, 29 Jul 2010 14:38:09 -0700 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8.4 hourly 1 By: The Elf Woman http://pedestriansaga.com/archives/2005/06/13/140/comment-page-1/#comment-264 The Elf Woman Thu, 30 Jun 2005 19:18:38 +0000 http://pedestriansaga.com/archives/2005/06/13/140/#comment-264 Beloved Crabs, rejoice! Those of us without shells who leap with every passing wave, will simply come for you and hold your clenched little hands and take you away with us. We have done that, little crab, little Eyore, have we not? Have I not whisked you away to Down Under and Down East? Will I not follow through on the whisk away to Over There to follow you and lead you? I will. We live on opposite ends of the balance and it is our very opposition that keeps the world from tilting. Bless your crabby insistence on detail and deadlines and numbers. Bless your reliance on cost and risk analysis. They keep our teeter-totter horizontal when confronted with my Let's Go to Cairo, Today! spontaneity. Yin, you are beloved. Your Yang Beloved Crabs, rejoice!

Those of us without shells who leap with every passing wave, will simply come for you and hold your clenched little hands and take you away with us.

We have done that, little crab, little Eyore, have we not? Have I not whisked you away to Down Under and Down East? Will I not follow through on the whisk away to Over There to follow you and lead you? I will.

We live on opposite ends of the balance and it is our very opposition that keeps the world from tilting.

Bless your crabby insistence on detail and deadlines and numbers. Bless your reliance on cost and risk analysis.

They keep our teeter-totter horizontal when confronted with my Let’s Go to Cairo, Today! spontaneity.

Yin, you are beloved.

Your Yang

]]> By: Crab http://pedestriansaga.com/archives/2005/06/13/140/comment-page-1/#comment-246 Crab Tue, 14 Jun 2005 22:05:09 +0000 http://pedestriansaga.com/archives/2005/06/13/140/#comment-246 Actually, Rat, I can get really crabby when someone moves my cheese. This personality has a huge lack of embracing spontaneity. It really gets a crab down when she repeatedly passes up fun in favor of petty projects that no one in the course of world history will give a rat's ass about in the end. Who cares if I go to the post office tomorrow instead of today? Who cares if I live in a curtainless house for four years? We crabs end up staying at home a lot - dark, cold, rocky caves they tend to be more often than not. I wish we crabs could soften up these hard outer shells a little and feel comfortable being more exposed to the outer world. Those of us that do risk a little of that adventure still seem to feel it necessary to drag heavy baggage around to protect ourselves in our inner crabby world. I get crabby when someone moves my hermit shell; I'm exposed to the whims of the world. Yes, this crab could use some spontaneity. Huge heaps of spontaneity, please! Actually, Rat, I can get really crabby when someone moves my cheese. This personality has a huge lack of embracing spontaneity. It really gets a crab down when she repeatedly passes up fun in favor of petty projects that no one in the course of world history will give a rat’s ass about in the end. Who cares if I go to the post office tomorrow instead of today? Who cares if I live in a curtainless house for four years? We crabs end up staying at home a lot – dark, cold, rocky caves they tend to be more often than not. I wish we crabs could soften up these hard outer shells a little and feel comfortable being more exposed to the outer world. Those of us that do risk a little of that adventure still seem to feel it necessary to drag heavy baggage around to protect ourselves in our inner crabby world. I get crabby when someone moves my hermit shell; I’m exposed to the whims of the world. Yes, this crab could use some spontaneity. Huge heaps of spontaneity, please!

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