As if there was any doubt.
One of the most damaging phrases to society is the innocuous sounding "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you".
One man's torture is another man's pleasure. Do unto others what they would have done. Doing what you wish someone would do, is a good place to start, if you're really stuck, but better even is asking. Some people need to be listened to when they're grieving. Some people want to be left alone. Some people like slow gentle lovemaking, and some people like to be fucked against the wall.
It's not for you to judge someone's needs, only to do as little harm as possible.
I keep dreaming Kai and Ari, and it's truly vexing. Last night, they visited for some reason that I truly don't understand. But the repeated theme is that they trashed the van and my stuff is gone, so stop holding on to it.
I suppose I'm mourning it in as small of doses as I can tolerate. That was my entire life in there, in bits and pieces. That I'm still afraid of Ari, and still mourning Kai, are facts I'm even less inclined to examine.
"The clouds veil the moon like the collective frozen breath of the city."
I really am enjoying that image, even if I'm still not happy with the phrasing.
I finally caved and found a costco to restock my opiates.
I got there, in, out, and back, on one transfer.
I am in love.
The Artist visits tomorrow.
There are vague plans to build some kind of Pink Day ritual.
I'd be content to just lie in his lap until my heart stops hurting.
There is dire need for productivity tomorrow.
Hopefully the opiates will help with that.
At least I can move my fingers again.
And hopefully I can sleep.
I only cried once today.
Tomorrow will be better.
(I am still angry as hell) |
Loading...
