February 24
by Amy
Lesley and I have been challenging each other. I’d like her to be less afraid. She would like me to move out of my apartment.
I guess I should explain. Lesley lives with a group. I told her that I didn’t mind living in a community. I did it a year and a half ago when I was with that other group. We all lived together for a short time, until I found out they were assholes. She tells me that living in a group is a way to put my principles into practice. I tell her that I am already living my values and that I don’t need to live in a group to do it.
She thinks that this is some kind of dissonance. I can’t talk about community without living in community. Again, she doesn’t get it. I do live in a community. They're just not in my apartment.
Communal living is fine for extended actions. It suits some people. It doesn’t suit me at this point in my life. What is there to understand?
As far as her problems, I know she’s afraid. I’m afraid too. But I’m not as afraid as she is. She’s got some honest to goodness paranoia in her head. It makes me wonder what else is going on with her.
