Thursday, July 23, 2009

Demand curve

He had been wavering lately in everything. Not really here nor there, and not just a bad day. He wasn't aligned with his purpose and was being sucked down a vortex of 'small existential crisis' which to her had dragged on forever and three weeks past. At this point their relationship felt like she was schlepping along a dead log.

One day when he wasn't taking the magnitude of his rippling crisis seriously, she harnessed her inner Bodhidharma and decided to issue a wake up call, hoping that he would get his proverbial shit together.

She looked at him, in the middle of a discussion about their "us" that was meandering nowhere, and spoke with the love and sincerity of a zen master: "Don't f*cking waste my time. And I won't waste yours."

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