watching my daily life with the sound off.

thirty-three years go by
and not once do you come home
to find a man sitting in your bedroom
that is
a man you don't know
who came a long way to deliver one very specific message:
lock your back door, you idiot
however invincible you imagine yourself to be
you are wrong

-Parameters, Ani Difranco

What part of "I hate your fucking guts" can a person not understand?
Yet he continues to intrude on my life in the simplest but most
irritating ways.  Sigh.