Who do you need, who do you love, when you come undone?

Simon LeBon of Duran Duran asked this question in the 1993 song Come Undone.

Wally Lamb wrote about it in his 1992 book She’s Come Undone.

Korn writes in its song Coming Undone. ..one look so strong so delicate. guess the black thoughts have come again to get me

Coming undone. . .I have experienced more than my share of craziness, all while being highly functional in my professional life. I am not sure really what people think, but at least at the surface, I have my shit together. But I go home and shut the door. Relief. The world is too much for me. I can only take it in small doses. Too many days “being on” and I crash. . .HARD

That is in my professional life. In my personal life, I keep myself very guarded. People hurt me. I can’t handle them. Even when they are good to me, that is short lived, they always move on or I push them away. Guarenteed.

I am going to present my argument on why I need nor love anyone. Why? In the end, no one really cares. They might, but after a while, they move on. They have their own lives. Their care is genuine, but only for a short time.

I am going to start writing here. Not to rehash, but to gain insights.

Image by Brooke Shaden, flickr