There’s a very large chuck of me who wants to simply stay in that scene forever. At some point today, between cutting the tree down and opening the XBox, I just wanted to fall down to the ground and blow away. I wanted to be beaten around, to be removed from human existence, and exist as something pretty. I woke up after that and drove home in our gas-starved SUV. I hate thinking about you, because you really are everywhere I go. It’s all too human, and I just want to be a leaf on the forest floor, rotting to nothingness.
I just remembered how much I hate you. It’s bittersweet sometimes, but others, I could probably wring your neck. Have you ever wondered what you would do if you were trying to escape a sinking boat? Would you help someone? As much as I hate you, I would save you. I’m human, all too human. That’s a good hint.