It’s long past time that we had a talk, you and I. Quite honestly, your erratic behavior is getting old.
Remember that day in January when we went for a run in the warm sunshine? That was a great day. We got along and we worked well together. You were pleasant and it made the pavement below my feet a little softer; the miles a little less long.
Since then I can’t really remember you showing me any kindness, and that hurts. I know you can be kind. I try to reason with you, but I get absolutely no response other than a cold shoulder.
I wish there was a way to fix this relationship, but I know I can’t do it alone and that I’m at your mercy. I have to go along with whatever you want, put up with your moods, and trudge through my day knowing that you may never give me what I need. I’m ready to move on and you’re stuck in the past.
And, really, Mother Nature? I’m over it.