A rose by any other name

No I’m not on about flowers. In fact, if it is a fact at all, I’m not on about anything. The whole point of this post is that it is utter nothingness. Some days that is all I can manage. Because, and this is a fact, when it gets too close I need to back down and run away. All my life that’s what I do. Never seems to learn. There was one who once tried to teach me to be different. Almost had it. Almost. Then ran off again. Well you know, it is better to shut the door yourself than have it shut in your face. Or maybe it isn’t. Maybe risking it all is the way to go. One day I ought to try that approach just to see what will happen. Right people time to end this.