[BGmusic - They by Jem]
Your problem is you don’t know what yours are, to you they’re not even there.
Yours and mine I know too well, my problem is that I care.
[BGmusic - They by Jem]
Your problem is you don’t know what yours are, to you they’re not even there.
Yours and mine I know too well, my problem is that I care.
[BGmusic: Rib Cage by Elbow]
Together, we cry.
- The Script
Yesterday an 8.9 earthquake hit Japan.
Etc.
The whole day I was looking for comfort in a shared moment of silence, maybe someone to pray with me, anything that let me know that others around me were grieving too. I didn’t get it so I ended up canceling my evening plans so I could mourn over it by myself.
Tangent thought:
There’s a power in group emotion that I covet. I want other people to laugh at things that I find funny, I want them to cry when I cry, I want them to feel sorry for the animals and give up meat like I did–I want all of this because being part of a group is comforting. It’s a comfort that still eludes me because most people don’t laugh at things I find funny, or cry over things I cry over, etc. It’s not like I purposely interest myself in things that only few appreciate for the sake of not being mainstream, I’m not that lame, it’s just the way things are.
Sons of Adam,
I am fast losing hope in your kind.
I don’t want to hate you – I really don’t – so if you’re reading this, please try to act like decent human beings.
Truly tired of dealing with jerksĀ and
Sincerely wanting to renew her faith in you,
Daughter of Eve