whistling past graveyards

[likesthecoat]

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You know, it's not every day in this job that the bad guys are ordinary people.

It's happened before, of course. What we thought was something malicious and powerful turned out to be petty and small. But still evil. Make no mistake about that.

This . . . I can't say it was evil. More that it was desperate--the same kind of desperation that drives people into a frenzy to feel.

When I want to feel alive, I run. I swim. I cook. I visit family. I talk to friends. If I'm very lucky, I make love.

I can't imagine a life so empty that the only thing that gives it purpose is to risk death.

Comments

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

It's hard for me to understand why someone would rather seek fulfillment from an external source that gives ever-diminishing returns than to try and reconcile one's self with the problem.

No, I don't believe you've mentioned it before.

[sparkingfreak.livejournal.com]

some problems can't be fixed so people have to go externally to try to forget for a while. Trust me, I do some pretty fucked up shit sometimes to try to forget I'm a freak. I guess some people are just weaker than others.

Ah, sorry, thought I had! (lose track sometimes of what I've said where!) I won't bore you with any details here, they're over in my journal if you're curious.

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

I've always taken my comfort in other people so that's what makes sense to me. Maybe it's my way of being weak.

I'll have to look sometime.

[sparkingfreak.livejournal.com]

it aint weak to take comfort in others. Just not everyone has anyone else. If you're on your own some crazy shit starts to make sense.

You're always welcome to sugar, any time. could always use another perspective on the weirdness that is my life!