strings

Frustration tends to fuel my ability to communicate a message. Not today. A conversation with a dear friend has me disquieted . . . disquieted with the expectations of others. There is a new movie out, No Strings Attached. There are always strings, but what if one discovers what she thought was her string, is really someone else's? Oh I'm talking in code because this conversation isn't anonymous and I'm still not able to shed the "polite company" requirement this chat seems to "require." But I'm tired of other people's strings. I have enough of my own.