The desire for a perfect release and the real-world impossibility of perfect, whenever-you-want-it release had together produced a tension many people simply cannot stand. In some cases, this conflict can lead extreme anxiety, often to the point of suicide and possibly autocastration. It is to those individuals, whom may succumb to such terrible, gruesome fates, that I implore now. I have an alternative: there’s not a lot in the world that’s quite as satisfying as opening a wet umbrella.
Four gaping holes in my head have led me to thinking (ironic?): what does it mean when your whole body aches? I just hurt all over, and it’s not entirely pleasant. Am I going to die sooner rather than my presumed (and much desired) later date of expiration? Mind you, I’m not diagnosing myself here, but rather asking for assistance (indeed, the worst is a patient diagnosing his/herself; they always assume the worst). In all my insuperability, I can assure you that I am not rabid nor have I acquired a rare, nasty strain of a new asian flu. I just hurt all over, and I’m complaining about it. No matter, that’s life, and it can only get worse (which it will, I assure you).
Sometimes, the hardest thing in life is to try to understand they reason why we can cry. Sometimes, all it takes to fix things is a helping hand from a kind stranger or a call from a dear friend. I can’t really explain what it means to find an anchor when I most needed it. I’ll never forget you.
The dream of a good life is everyone’s dream. Well, what about you? Do you have a dream? Go go ahead, dream the wish that your heart is wishing. Go to the ball with your prince, never grow up, or find true friendship. By remembering that half the magic of a shooting star is believing you actually saw one, you might also be able to string together the best things in your life and find that honest-to-goodness peace and happiness. I’m scared, terrified of everything there is, but it’s sort of all I have to hold onto. Existence precedes essence, and I’m ready to live.