Today you reminded me of my place. Again.
You remind me of it every time we speak. Sometimes with subtlety, like today. Sometimes with near-honesty, like tonight. Sometimes with lies of omission. Sometimes with total silence.
You have quite a bag of tricks there, don't you?
It must be hard work, making sure that I always know my place. Making sure that I stay where I belong.
But see, the problem is, none of it is necessary. I know where I belong. Right where I am.
I wonder, are all these reminders really for me?