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“Be selfish,” I whisper to him.
I’ve crept in into his bedroom in the small hours of the night. Stealthily I’ve slipped past the side of the bed where an almost-invisible shadow lies sleeping. With my mouth so close to his ear that he can surely feel the warmth of my breath, I almost silently whisper.
“Please be selfish,” I tell him. “You can’t push it aside. You can’t act like it doesn’t exist. You can’t substitute one thing for another.”
His eyes open. Sleepy, full of wonder, he thinks he’s dreamed me into his bedroom.
“You cannot give up your needs forever. You cannot live your life in the service of someone else, no matter how much you love that person. It doesn’t work.” I’m whispering more urgently now, looking into his eyes in an effort to make him understand.
I think he wants to speak, but he doesn’t. I’m not telling him anything that he doesn’t already know.
“Life is short,” I whisper. “Your time is finite…perhaps it’s particularly finite for you. Can you live like this? Can you get what you need from the options you’ve been given? Be selfish. For once, think only of yourself.”
Our hands have become entangled. I gently work my way free. Once again I plant my suggestion in his dreaming thoughts. “Be selfish. Think of what you want.”
I slip past the shadow on the far side of the bed and then out of his house. Will he remember in the morning that I was there? Will the message have sunk in?
I’ll probably never know.
Prepare a list of what you need
Before you sign away the deed
‘Cause it’s not going to stop
It’s not going to stop
It’s not going to stop
‘Til you wise up
No, it’s not going to stop
‘Til you wise up
No, it’s not going to stop
So just…give up.
–Aimee Mann, Wise Up

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