I was chitchatting with Michael earlier, and we had the following conversation. What he’s “I told you so”ing me about isn’t really important – just look at how nice the “I told you so” is! So creative, so supportive… no wonder I have the friends I do.
Michael: Well yes I could have told you you’d fail at that months ago.
Kelly: and yet you didn’t – nice of you ï¿¼
Michael: … I think I did. I’d have to check
Michael: Maybe I just thought it loudly.
Kelly: it would have been in December, when I was spitting mad
Michael: I think that was the time of, “Ok, go with Kelly’s mood and be the unconditionally supportive friend. Except if she’s being a total idiot.”
Truth is the glass that we make in the furnace of inspiration, and if you’re talking about inner truth, the truth about you, then the inspiration is always the worst thing that you ever avoided admitting about yourself. Avoiding that thing, whatever it is, is such a large piece of lie that you can hide any amount of smaller lies behind it.
You can’t hate yourself, if maintenance and restoration of the design are your responsibility: as above, so below. …the key connects you… These people should know better, what? It’s about intimacy.