You know, I’m just tired of you doubting me.  I don’t NEED the yarn.  I can walk away at any time.  I DECIDE.  I’m in control of the whole yarn situation. That intervention thing you staged last year was such a waste of time.  I spent an entire month in Rehab, and for what?! So you could prove some kind of point? That I needed help?  That I was living off the edge? YOU need help Buddy.  It’s YOU who can’t control your yarn.  I shouldn’t feel like I have to sneak around, hiding this stuff under beds and behind couches.  I’m PROUD of my relationship with yarn. I’m totally OK with who I am.  This is ME, being me.  You should get comfortable with YOU and leave me out of it.

Maybe it’s YOU who needs to let go and let God.  Denial?  I deny that you understand me.  Look at me.  I can sit right here, with the yarn at my side, and I can look away.  I could walk away at any time.  You think you’re so great, up on that pedestal, only using the yarn carefully, for like Arts and Crafts.  But that’s not even why God created yarn!  You’re supposed to roll around in it.  Chase it. YES, I know what you’re going to say, and YES.  There was that time I nearly choked myself with it, but that was a LONG time ago, and I’m older now. I’m smart enough to leave the big skeins alone.  I know my limits.  You’re never going to let me live that down, are you? You know what…I don’t…I don’t even know what I’m doing here with you.  I’m not sure we have anything in common anymore. Looking away. Looking away from the yarn. I’m not tempted whatsoever. Not at all. I don’t even want that yarn…

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