I jump around into the back of your head, and keep your feet to the ground.
I have a big hat, and baggy pants. You call up to me when things are fucked.
I see you from the outside, and foretell your next move. Most of the times I get it right.
Now it's 6 a.m. and I'm probably still drunk. Talking bullshit anyways. Bullshit that keeps me up at night. I shall just turn the page in my head and drift off to sleep.
I tried, can't manage.
Being the Jiminy Cricket is tricky. At times you get stepped on to. Small and greeny, I got long legs and can be scary. People jumps even higher than I do when they realize I'm next to their feet.
But I usuall find my job, or better my hobby, fulfilling. On other occasions it's too... invasive, and I end up not getting enough sleep, which fucks up my days completely.
That is because sometimes people find me unconfortable, or they are simply scared. Scared of hurting my feelings, or disappoiting me.
This time it's a bit different. This lady knows she is not probably doing the right thing. She knows she is making a risky choice, which will fuck things up again at a certain point. But temptation is a bitch at times. It comes in between, and I well know it can drag you with her.
But also she knows what I, the Cricket, think about this whole thing.
Anyway, whether she is scared to hurt my feelings, or to disappoint me, it tears me apart that she does not tell me.
We used to talk me and the lady. She was one of the good ones, those who do not step on you on purpose. Now things have changed a bit, and we are now adjusting. At least I hope so.
I just wish she would tell me.
