Who is pushing you?
Who is pushing me?
I have been so used to being pushed, that the day it stopped, I felt something was wrong. So I turned around to have a look at the person who had been pushing me all this time.
Who are you, pusher?
This reminds me of a post I published recently, entitled The Inciter. Plus another one entitled Brave Submissive in which I wrote that I was going to report him/her. I don’t think I reported this person yet. I’m still afraid. Why am I afraid to report him?
Let’s investigate my fear.
First of all I must ask myself: Am I afraid of the pusher? No. The answer is no. The pusher gives me what I need. I like him. Without him I’d be lost. But then who am I afraid of?
See, he’s pushing me again! He’s the one who asks me these unpleasant questions. Always asking why I do the things I do, why I think the way I think, why I feel the way I feel. He’s pushing me toward self-discovery. But why does it trouble me? Don’t I want to discover who I really am?
Yes, but today’s subject is the pusher himself. It’s not about me this time, it’s about HIM! Or her. I don’t even know if he’s masculine or feminine! Actually I do. He/she is both.
Let’s start by giving him/her a more appropriate title, other than “pusher.” This is where I become uncomfortable. I don’t want to pronounce this title. I hate the word. But I have to say it. It’s going to be the last word I type on this page.
Why do I hate the word? Because it means everything and it means nothing. That’s right, it’s such a meaningful and meaningless word. Yet this word is his title. It can be replaced by similar words which mean the same thing, but this one word is the shortest, simplest and truest of all.