Blame. Love to point it. Like a fire hose. SNOOSSHLLLLSLLLLLSHHHH.... just blow the other person away. Or divert the hose from myself with a quick finger-point. You started this one! You wanted it to be this way! But what does it matter? Does it matter whose fault it is, who started it, who-did-what-to-whom? It is what it is. We are where we are. Which is each in the fetal position on the sidewalk as the fire hose comes blasting at us.

Possible responses from the floor:

1) Oh, now we're all blameless. Just let it be. Well, not all of us can so easily forgive and forget and secretly let the hurt things ball up inside of us. We must dig them out of our guts and throw them on the sidewalk to be cleaned with the fire hose.

2) Are you talking about me? Are you talking about me? (Yes. Yes I am.)

3) Our family was always a beautiful family, and you're saying that we can't blame you for moving away and toppling our family structure, which was as unique and perfect and delicate as the crystal structure of a snowflake? You deserve to know it's your fault that you left and don't come back to visit.

4) You can't just blame no one. You have to find the root cause of the problem and expose it, so that it will never cause such a problem again. This office will crumble if we just let everyone do as they please with no accountability.

5) [Really from my own head...] I have to blame someone because otherwise the blame falls to me.

4/4/2004 01:49:14 PM

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