Does anyone really escape childhood unscathed? Am I the only one willing to admit my weaknesses and at the same time hide behind them? May my children never experience the tragedies I did. And may I never be the source of any of those traumas in their lives. God may not be a Watchmaker but the physical embodiments as represented by proximal authority figures leave much to be desired. Even though I’m broken in many ways, can I get someone to be the glue to help me regain some societal utility? Don’t know if these support groups and therapy is less “ripping off the bandaid” and more “exposing the gash to further infection.” Go and do some soul seeking, right? Oh if only it were that simple and oh if only I were that naïve. Opposition seeks me out like a magnet due to the physics of the matter. Damn it I just want to be happy but unfortunately I don’t know what that is and I’m not sure I ever did. Someday still I dream of being plucky in love … someday.
Death By Context 