Becaboo... (and anyone else reading)
Aug. 1st, 2003 03:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brightrosefoxYou said you need therapy? Not necessarily therapy, just friends. A couch or a diner table where we can all sit around and cry about where we were, where we are, where we're going. I have my own regrets and my share of pain and I always derive pleasure from being able to share with someone like you, because we can bounce back and forth for hours and never feel like we're "one-upping" each other as far as sob-stories go.
Ever notice how some people wear their pasts like badges and parade around their misdeeds? "Well, when I was 18 I crashed my car and didn't take a scratch." "Oh yeah? I got shot twice!" "Well, I got stabbed in the leg!" "Oh yeah? I got gouged by a pot-bellied pig! Hah!"
Scars seem much more interesting than beauty, it seems. Like Adam says, "Scars are tattoos with better stories."
People always want to hear about the times you almost died. No one wants to hear about the times you simply lived.
Personally, if someone asks me if anything interesting ever happened to me, I'd much rather say, "I was born premature, developed cerebral palsy, got some nifty scars, developed anorexia when I was six, became an introverted mousy genius bookworm, and spent half my life trying to be just like everyone else. Then I decided that being normal wasn't worth it and now I'm just like me. Aren't I keen?"
Now I seem to be a beacon of hope and a reminder of innocence for all who befriend me. I'd like to stay that way. Just because we've lived our lives a certain way doesn't mean we are what we were. Tabula Rasa--blank slate. Start over.
I should really take that advice myself.
Ever notice how some people wear their pasts like badges and parade around their misdeeds? "Well, when I was 18 I crashed my car and didn't take a scratch." "Oh yeah? I got shot twice!" "Well, I got stabbed in the leg!" "Oh yeah? I got gouged by a pot-bellied pig! Hah!"
Scars seem much more interesting than beauty, it seems. Like Adam says, "Scars are tattoos with better stories."
People always want to hear about the times you almost died. No one wants to hear about the times you simply lived.
Personally, if someone asks me if anything interesting ever happened to me, I'd much rather say, "I was born premature, developed cerebral palsy, got some nifty scars, developed anorexia when I was six, became an introverted mousy genius bookworm, and spent half my life trying to be just like everyone else. Then I decided that being normal wasn't worth it and now I'm just like me. Aren't I keen?"
Now I seem to be a beacon of hope and a reminder of innocence for all who befriend me. I'd like to stay that way. Just because we've lived our lives a certain way doesn't mean we are what we were. Tabula Rasa--blank slate. Start over.
I should really take that advice myself.