Ego Reduction

Every single thought you think will either be of me or laced with me. 

Even if you’re thinking of how you’re going to get to and from places I’m not,

even if you don’t know it,

you’ll be thinking of me,

where I am while you’re traveling,

what will happen the next time you see me. 

And you that the next time you see me,

you’ll be cooking my dinner,

drawing my bath,

shaving my legs,

painting my toenails,

licking my pussy with your hands tied behind your back,

or crying as you bleed for me. 

And you’ll often wait while I’m in the other room,

or in the other city,

as I read a book,

or laugh with a friend,

or fuck a new lover. 

As I do whatever I’m doing,

you’ll wait quietly for me to call you,

and as you wait you’ll think about what I might be thinking about,

how I might be feeling,

and how it might relate to you,

even though you know it often doesn’t relate to you at all. 

And if it doesn’t relate to you at all,

you don’t mind because you know it might in some small way,

in that you’ve done what you need to do to make me happy. 

And you can feel that in my happiness,

you’ve begun to exist again.

The whole point of this story is this:

Don't ever assume when I use the word "you" that I'm talking about you.

That, my dear, is what ego reduction means.

Only when you're absolutely sure I'm not talking about you,

is when there might be the slightest of a slight chance that I am.

Did I seriously have to just tell you that?

Really now, try and fucking pay attention.