I was “Released on my own Recognizance,” so to speak, on July 6, 1957.
It seems I began running up an insurmountable emotional debt almost immediately upon my arrival. I tried to coerce everyone in my life into making the payments. Imagine, if you will, the proverbial beggar. In a tattered, dirty overcoat, tin cup in outstretched hand, dark glasses perched on a forlorn weathered face- the epitome of desperation.
Now, try to mentally impinge the frame of a five-year-old little girl who’s curly blond ringlets fall around a face housing big brown eyes, hidden behind the dark oversized glasses. The coat hangs like a drape, while a chubby hand barely emerges from the wrinkles of too-long sleeves, which pile around the cup it clutches.
That was me…no less pathetic, contrived in charm, and much more effective in getting my cup filled to a sometimes overflow of imposed upon compassion. However, when filled, it was never enough and when it overflowed, it was always wasted.
My approval addiction.
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Interesting. Thanks for the introduction.
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