There's a Hole in my Water-Jar
You don't know me. I've been to most places that women fear to tread. I've known men. I've been married to men. Really, it's the same old story: I meet a man who has piqued my interest and pursue him. I feel attracted to them, and then I feel them start to drift away while I'm still clinging on. In the end I gave up having a deep commitment like marriage with any man. What is this inside of me, who am I as a person, that makes me so disposable? And are these men themselves disposal? Are these men, like me, searching? Searching for what? Love. Contentment. Purpose. Satisfaction. Something more. These are the questions that accompany me on my long walks. My long walks alone. Just me and my thoughts. I don't choose to walk alone. I walk alone because when you have a history like mine, people will cross to the other side of the road to avoid you. When you are like me, people pretend that they are blind and that they can't see you. So, I choose the quietest...