Unleashed

It is all an act, this suffering writer routine.  You should be gregarious and carefree.  I grow tired of your poems.  You are no poet.  You should be gregarious and carefree and fearful of pens.  True zest in life comes in the living of it, not the writing about it.  When you are talkative and friendly I feel your charisma and love of life.  You are too cautious.  Writing is a way of hiding.  You need to be out there more.  You need to take up a hobby like scuba diving without a flashlight through shipwrecks.  You need to talk about your neighbors with other neighbors and laugh and feel good about yourself.  Gossip is the life-blood of our species.  I fear your life is not being fully lived due to your cautious nature.  Why hide anything?  Why hold back?  I used to think that being secretive had a certain charm, mystery, and charisma about it, like I was Grasshopper or Clint Eastwood.  Hah!  You belong on a reality TV show.  I want a camera in front of your face so you can demonstrate how rational you are and elucidate how everyone else aggravates and infuriates you, all while sitting on a couch.  Well, come on, I'm not being fair.  Sometimes they're nice to each other.  They come to realizations and understandings.  I've even cried on occasion!   The point is nothing is held back.  They talk about everything with anyone.  That will be the new you.  Your own reality TV show.  Unleashed.