Bridges

Awhile back, I ran across a sketch of a delapidated bridge. Its caption read, "I don't burn bridges. I just fail to maintain them and let them structurally degrade over time."

That's me.

I don't keep in touch. I hate phone calls. I can never think of anything to say, and initiating conversations scares me. This is especially true when I can't see the person I'm talking to.

Of course, phone calls are only one way to keep in touch. I don't write letters or emails very often either, though, and I don't like going out, except with my wife and kids or with people I know extremely well.

So while I don't burn bridges, I do let them fall into disrepair and disuse. I'm just glad my wife has forced the occasional upkeep on the bridge connecting me to her.


Stepping down from my soapbox and depositing two pennies in the jar…

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