Our wounds are the best part of us.
Late at night, or early in the morning, a man may become to see things though a glass, darkly.
Right now someone I care for is in a place I do not like, with people I do not believe I like, and in the long run I firmly believe she will be hurt by where she is and the people she is with.
And yet, I wish to support her in what she is doing, and in the life she is living.
And there’s the rub.
Supporting a woman you care for, when she is on a road leading to more pain and hurt, is a no win equation.
It’s called cognitive dissonance.
It’s not high school, it’s not art school, it’s real life.
So, what do I know?
I can’t paint, I can’t play the guitar, and I don’t like groups of people.
Group therapy, families, false friendships, and the opinions people who get rely on these things, is a huge pile of shit.
So life is a Gothic Novel. In the end, you are on your own.