Its sort of a poem. I apologize for the length. I wrote this a while back and I thought it might speak to some of you. I was in a wierd mood.
You sit there mocking me, my old enemy. I have fought you my entire life, to no avail. I have treated you with ruthless determination and iron will. I have tried to tame you into submission, berate you into obedience without success. I have tried begging and reasoning; none of these have worked with you.
I feel sometimes that I am winning but only briefly. The reality of your slyness, your manipulation hits me like a blow. Why do you hate me so? What have I done to cause such betrayal? I have tried to treat you well; I have taken care of you all my life. I have tried to love you as best I could.
Everyday I awake thinking this is the day that I will be happy with you. I will not fight you; I will let you have your way today. It always goes well at first, we make our peace and it seems that all will be good between us. Then I catch a glimpse of you in a passing shop window and my disgust cannot be contained. As soon as my back was turned, as soon as I was not looking, you changed the rules. You did what you wanted to do all along.
You are my burden and my responsibility. I will always take care of you in spite of your treatment of me. I will always be here for you, a haven for you to rest upon. I will never leave you. Can you say the same to me? Can you promise me that even though we will always be at war with each other that you will remain?
Is there any loyalty in you at all? I hope so. The only thing that keeps me going is that hope, that eternal hope. This day will be the day that brings a change in you.
My Enemy, My Hair.