The following is an email I received from my friend/former lover/baby's daddy, Josh. I find our relationship is difficult to explain (when I bother trying) and thought this correspondence shines a little light on it. [Forgive me, darling. I simply had to.]
In response to my most recent blog, he wrote:
Dearheart,
When you seek therapy for this affliction, and you should, be sure to bring a copy of ""Waiting for Godot"" to the initial interview. The similarity between your prose style and Beckett's is hysterical (and a bit eerie.) Was this intentional, or merely happy chance? Please advise.
Me
I answered:
I love Beckett and now that you mention it, it's probably because we have similar styles. I was not trying to emulate him and even if I was, it would be lost on everyone but you. I've never read ""Godot"", but I will be sure to add it to my reading list.
Also...please be advised you are the source of a very good deal of my insecurity. Not all because, as you know, my parents are insane. Still. Much of it, as far as relationships go, is you."
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