borrow raze i used to lend things to people. music. books. films. i never got any of these things back. or if i did, they would return to me in terrible condition. i lent a friend an expensive syd barrett box set in high school, and it came back looking like it had somehow survived a chemical plant explosion. cds came back scratched, with broken cases. books that had been pristine were scarred and stained. i always made a point of caring for and respecting other people's things when they were lent to me. i assumed it would work the other way around. but most people don't give a shit about your things. some of them don't even care much about their own. i don't lend anything to anyone anymore. maybe that's a mentality that should be applied to feelings as well; don't give anything away unless you're prepared to never see it again. 130313 ... ovenbird You borrow an egg, an onion, three cloves of garlic, a cup of sugar, a roll of toilet paper. You aren’t going to give those things back. Clearly. At least I sure hope not, because I wouldn’t want them in used condition. But I love this, the way we say “can I borrow an egg?” when what we’re actually borrowing is good will. You are borrowing kindness that you will bake and eat and make a part of you. Then you’ll give it back one day when the pantry suddenly comes up empty and I find I’m short on something essential. And so we go–sending our kids back and forth between our houses carrying empty containers that we fill with chicken broth and shredded cheese and baking soda and a promise: I will be here when you need me. I will be here when you run out of the things that make you choose this world. I will let you borrow my heart. 260610 what's it to you? who go blather from