There it is, again. Just there, in my world, where it has no right to be. And it’s just, dangling so. It’s right there, right in front of me, so provocative. Dangling in my face. Taunting me. Daring me.
How can I not? How can I resist? Why should I resist? She knows the rules. She knows full well what she’s doing. Do I go insinuating myself into her world? No I don’t. Not ever. I know my place and I stay there. I know the boundaries and the rules just as well as she. Her world. My world. It’s clear. We had an understanding, I stay out of her world, she stays out of mine. Harmony. Co-existence. Order. That’s the balance that allows us both to go on. It works. Neither one of us needs to bother the other. We keep to ourselves. Until one of us goes and does that. The big no-no. One of us just lets it dangle in the other’s face, challenging the other to fight the urge and leave it alone.
But how can one change one’s nature? It’s impossible. How could anybody leave it alone? You don’t tease the wolf by parading your nice plump sheep in its face. Don’t expect the wolf to go easy on the sheep. A wolf does what a wolf does. A wolf has needs. And this is the same thing exactly; just different animals. Different quarry. Different meat. It’s not right to expect me not to when I am the wolf and she is the sheep. I can’t fight my nature anymore than the wolf can.
