Let's Pretend It Never Happened

Sun Jun 22 2003 02:39AM -0600

OK, I know I myself have given the caveat of ignoring traumatic events. They will come back to bite you in the ass some day. But in the wake of a figurative explosion, well, sometimes you're just lucky to survive to the point where you can develop PTSD.

I understand this is completely incoherent. As time goes on, I hope to make more and more sense.

But it's amazing how I can see precisely how things are going to turn out, and yet I can't seem to drag my sad carcass off of the train tracks. This is the reason why no one ever has any sympathy for me.

I am like a heroin addict just starting to withdraw. No matter how bad I feel right now, it's going to get a lot worse before it starts getting better. (As Morpheus mentioned in "The Matrix," however, there is a vast difference between knowing the path, and walking the path. As they mention on GI Joe, knowing is only half the battle.)

I dunno. On the other hand, maybe, just maybe, I am getting used to handling this sort of situation. Yay.

I just want to punch a hole through a wall right now, though. Or maybe run around the streets naked, screaming like a madman. Something like that.

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