If it wasn’t obvious by now, I kinda suck at picking titles for my posts. They don’t ever really match whatever I’m going on about and it’s usually something that pops into my mind or that I think is funny or both or neither. So, um, yeah.

I’ve been sitting on this one a while, I found this little poem (that isn’t new or anything, I just hadn’t seen it before) and it helps me to think. I wanted to share it for anyone who hasn’t already read it:

Autobiography in Five Short Chapters by Portia Nelson:

I

I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost. I am helpless.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes me forever to find a way out.

II

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I can’t believe I am in the same place.
But it isn’t my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.

III

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in; it’s a habit.
My eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.

IV

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.

V

I walk down another street.