I like to think that the past can teach you a lot of things about the people and places that glued it all together--like how you can only remember your family vacation to the lake because you ate slime off the bottom of the lake after your brother pushed you in. (Of course you love him just the same... and maybe even more because you got even with a splash from the canoe paddle on a frosty morning).
People. Places.
Unfortunately people can be ugly on the inside. They can do things and say things that indicate otherwise... but most people are pretty ugly on the inside. This is my opinion, of course. It's my blog, okay?
So what to do... what to do with all that ugly shit that happened... let me dwell on it....doh! wait! You're not supposed to dwell on it, I guess... well damn.. now what?
What if you don't have a choice?
What if something happens and you have to tell someone about it?
Don't you have to dwell on it as they play a game of 20 questions with you?
So many questions.
How do I stop being defensive when I feel like I'm repeating myself over and over again until you finally say "I don't understand."
Well no shit, Sherlock! I knew you wouldn't understand, but I wanted you to know...
I just wanted you to know.
I don't want to hide anymore.
You said I was hiding.
Well my heart is wide open
'cause I took the hinges off the door...
Because you asked me to.
You asked me to.
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What a dangerous business; If you trust someone enough to let them hold your heart, they had better treat it well.
Nicely said.
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