7:00 p.m: Hey, do you want to stay for dinner? Sure.
1:00 a.m: It might be time for you to go. Oh, sure.
I'm usually one to last one to leave when invited. I still live at home, I stayed at the same college many years afterwords -- took the same professors. I stayed at jobs for years. I'm mostly standing still.
I have no sense of leaving.
I feel I'm writing about the same things, reliving the same experiences, but never learning from them. Shouldn't cognitive dissonance be manageable if it is stable?
But this is about poetry. I wonder when I'll overstay in poetry?
Some times I think I already have. But then I wonder what I should move on to -- writing non-fiction blogs about poetry. Yup. Moved on.