Cross-Talk Cowboy
poetic notes from a therapist lost in the SpaceCowboy timeline
When attention for doing bad things is easier than the right way, expect sourness.
Relativity should be taught before any special cases,
and races should be won over codified ethics.
Does science hate poetry, or is it poetry in disguise?
Or can you not accept criticism?
There is math for the paradox of therapists working in non-therapeutic conditions;
cross-talk is disturbing solicitation according to former FBI whistleblowers.
I must digress: texting and driving is not clinical advice but evil entertainment,
and the cop would disagree after they see the body.
Your difference in traversed distance is so obviously a Fitbit with unique answers.
Take a different path rather than internalizing the shortest path as best.
I must digress: this depends on form being straight jackets in space.
What’s the equivalent in curved clock hypocrisy
of dimensions being uplifted?
The time elapsed depends on the academy sacrificing itself for knowledge,
then developing control issues to deal with interpersonal conflicts
in their toxic workplace.
Self-disclosure doesn’t disclose the trauma
from being a pure mirror pretending to have no identity.
Everyone knows you have one, but can’t accept you if they know you.
You aster this; I believe you because you’re the authority figure here.
Sell your soul to a theory of everything,
and you will trade off the twin paradox for tenure
as the real you dies light years away—
not the best rocket ship if you want to be yourself
and actually healthy instead of a healer.
Is what I think when I’m questioning my own lifestyle of inertial trajectory,
wishing self acceptance mattered to anyone but the proud.
One day you realize you’re selfish.
One week you change faster than you could imagine.
Then you’re a good listener for once.
Then you’re not judgmental anymore,
accepting help without shame,
not trying to delete your mistakes in regret.
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