I'm the itch...you can't scratch...

Did you happen to check out the pictures of the worms on my sidebar? Yeah...those...

I hate worms, but I captured the first picture on my camera phone. I figured this must've been one of those 'had-to-be-there' kind of things to see. I knew I would share it...at some point.

To take the picture...made me itch...again....I hate worms...as much as I hate clowns (but that's another blog).

I started thinking about life while watching the worms mate. I started to see them as a symbol of how I know I make others feel...on purpose...sometimes.

I make them itch
getting close enough to the soul...the truth
to irritate them
but I do it...on purpose

I make people itch because I know they can do better...I just want to let them know I know...you follow me?

I may say something on the sly--just enough to illicit a raised eyebrow. Or I may discuss how I feel about something seemingly unrelated (but totally related) to them. Or I will just come out and say it...for all of my literal people out there...just depends on who the person is, (my perception of) their character defects, and what they may be struggling with...

BUT regardless of how I tell them...

I want the itch to propel them to action. I want it to bother them so much they scratch it...but not enough to make it go away.

I want the itch to be a constant reminder that someone cares enough to rub them the wrong way...purposefully...

I want it to make them uncomfortable and motivated to find a cure for it...for themselves.

I don't know about you, but I choose to surround myself with greatness and I can't expect any less of you...if you are my friend...you'll understand...one day

And if you've rubbed me, lovingly, the wrong way...THANKS! I probably wouldn't be who I am today had I not, at least, scratched.

stay peace

genesis