re-runs

it's funny. not funny ha-ha-, but— well, you know.

i guess most of life's experiences really are variations on a theme, aren't they? i knew this, but as i get on in years i'm starting to have these "things that i know" reinforced.

variations on a theme as reflected in the people i have come to know, who star in the stories i tell. i've collected two ms. moneybagses, three copycats, six suitors-with-psychopathology, three blogstalkers, four old dudes, and three friends named cat, not all of whom are copycats, but none of whom would be appropriately called kitty. even though i let one of them call me bunny. (i think it'd be cute to be able to call at least one of them kitty. i'm just saying.)

varitaions on a theme as reflected in the patients and families i meet, and types thereof (can you say "teenage girl syndrome"? all day today!). the enablers, the pretty-people, the overbearingly anxious, the vulnerable well, the entitled well, the internetters.

variations on a theme as reflected in the people i'm trying to get to know better. the ones who only call when they want a favor, the ones who say nice things that they don't mean, the ones who say nice things and don't follow up on them, the ones who say "to be honest with you, if i weren't married..." (oooh i really don't like that one. what's that supposed to mean, and why do you say it? it's so inappropriate!), the ones that you'd get along really well with except you never get together.

variations on a theme that vary as much as they could, but always end on the same theme:

here i be.

me.

hangin' out, doin' my thing.