Saturday, June 16, 2007
Brain riff on the topic of keys today.
A funny line I read once was that if you see someone with a huge bunch of keys you can be sure they don't open anything (s)he actually owns.
I was brought up short by my key ring today.
One to my car.
One to my house.
I've never had only two keys in my life. I always had a heavy key ring. Garage, house, back door, front door, apartment in house, office at back of house, keys to my daughter's house, my friend's house, client offices.
I was important obviously.
Slight identity crisis took place.
Who am I now?
I'm not important.
I should be tasting a new freedom. But I'm not. My reaction was fearful.
No one has given a safekeeping key to me.
I can't go anywhere else but here without permission.
I am really, really alone.