March 28, 2000: The multi-tasker’s prayer
People look at you differently—suddenly you’re nobody, someone they push around. Yet…they forget who does their production, who gets them out of trouble and who’s always there, a roller coaster ride—so swift, so unexplained. Ride it once then walk away. You’ll never return or you’ll stay far enough away to talk about but never attempt to understand. “But you were much nicer,” they’ll say. Leave me alone! Let me be by myself! I want walls one hundred feet high and skyscrapers kissing my toes. Don’t push me toward anger! Invisible is what I wish to live—not conceit…may please rest in peace.