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November 2007 
Sunday Night Interventions
Posted on Jul 18th, 2007
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jaymichael
jaymichael
My friends,
I have recently concluded that I need an Intervention. Yes, I need a capital-I-Intervention. And you'll are slackin'. Do you know why? I have a feeling most of you don't exactly know why you haven't banded together to sit me down and tell me that I am ruining my life. That's because I am eclectic enough to move around from circle to circle, from site to site, and network to network...and as a result, I think, I am not giving any single one of you a chance to catch up with how I am hurting my life. Only my boyfriend knows why I am writing this and he's not the one typing this message, I am.
We need to talk. I must honor what is left of my friendship with you so that we realize why I know you. If that means we have no friendship between us, then I am willing to deal with that--but honestly, I know all of you--and you will at least entertain the idea of intervening in my life to save what is left of its integrity. Give me support, give me life, and please give me love. I don't want your money. I want you to help me--the me who you knew the best--I want you to speak to that person who you thought you knew. Please remind me who I am.
There is a reason why I am ending each paragraph with "I am." You know that reason as well as I do. I am not crazy. I am sane. I just really want to hear from you. But I need to hear from that voice which is loudest--your voice in person, your voice on the phone, your voice on text messages, your voice on email, your voice here, and now, and forever.
Your friend,
I hope,
Jay Michael
I have recently concluded that I need an Intervention. Yes, I need a capital-I-Intervention. And you'll are slackin'. Do you know why? I have a feeling most of you don't exactly know why you haven't banded together to sit me down and tell me that I am ruining my life. That's because I am eclectic enough to move around from circle to circle, from site to site, and network to network...and as a result, I think, I am not giving any single one of you a chance to catch up with how I am hurting my life. Only my boyfriend knows why I am writing this and he's not the one typing this message, I am.
We need to talk. I must honor what is left of my friendship with you so that we realize why I know you. If that means we have no friendship between us, then I am willing to deal with that--but honestly, I know all of you--and you will at least entertain the idea of intervening in my life to save what is left of its integrity. Give me support, give me life, and please give me love. I don't want your money. I want you to help me--the me who you knew the best--I want you to speak to that person who you thought you knew. Please remind me who I am.
There is a reason why I am ending each paragraph with "I am." You know that reason as well as I do. I am not crazy. I am sane. I just really want to hear from you. But I need to hear from that voice which is loudest--your voice in person, your voice on the phone, your voice on text messages, your voice on email, your voice here, and now, and forever.
Your friend,
I hope,
Jay Michael
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I don't know your number, but you have my support, friend.
Jay,
I will support you in anyway I can… Maybe we can use my place to have a mini I-I reunion in boulder. Let me know what we can do.
I appreciate the comments, honestly. But reallly, I meant I require real help, not an undertow of resentment. I don't mean to be mean here–I never meant to cause harm–but I had to cry out to all of you in order to see who was there…who would respond…to see who cared about me at all. I am glad I did. I know now that I should have done nothing at all.