distressed Why is it that when the sh!t hits the fan and stress levels run high everyone turns to themselves first and not to each other? It makes no sense rationally or biologically: survival of the species comes before survival of the individual, so why are humans so uniquely stupid about it? Why do families split in times of crises, why do lovers spat at each other when overloaded with work, why isn't it enough to go to the gym and place absolute faith in the trust you originally instilled upon a few chosen members of the human race? I think I'm sticking with dogs from now on, they're reliably themselves at least, even if from co-dependence, and they'll always be about 16 times more happy to see you than anyone you'll ever know...sh!t I miss my girls, these hospital stints aren't as fun as they sound.
Big shout out to Goon for managing to bury himself in work, I suppose that's the best escape from one's humanity in a backwards kind of way. It isn't called "losing yourself in your work" for nothing!
Thankfully I still have a few psychotic friends in some very low places who don't ask stupid questions or judge you by your looks...if my dreams come true and Jasper Fforde is onto something with the whole book-jumping and Jurisfiction thing I will morph into a Carl Hiaasen story one of these days.
Sigh.
