Once upon a time someone said of me "She has no friends." It was meant to be scathing, and it did sting. But, then I thought about it. The truth is, I don't have friends.
I'm picky.
Plus I don't like people all that much to begin with, and I have encountered 'people' whom, I'm quite sure, aren't human at all. (Really) On the occasion that someone come's to my life who has a similar chemistry, a different perspective, and who makes me think, something amazing and trans-formative happens. It takes time, but those people don't merely become friends. Those people become Family.
A couple of years ago, one member of my Family chose to Die. The suicide was carried out in a most painful manner, and when I see him about the town my heart hurts. In my spring cleaning I have found many things corresponding to his term in my life, and the life of my family. The sight of them made me smile and laugh.
My children came in and saw the litter of past persons then asked "What happened to him anyway?"
But after sifting through it all I sat in silence for a while, remembering why I don't like people.
(Or viscus vapors masquerading as people)
Here's to the undead; May you have peace and joy on your path.
I'm picky.
Plus I don't like people all that much to begin with, and I have encountered 'people' whom, I'm quite sure, aren't human at all. (Really) On the occasion that someone come's to my life who has a similar chemistry, a different perspective, and who makes me think, something amazing and trans-formative happens. It takes time, but those people don't merely become friends. Those people become Family.
A couple of years ago, one member of my Family chose to Die. The suicide was carried out in a most painful manner, and when I see him about the town my heart hurts. In my spring cleaning I have found many things corresponding to his term in my life, and the life of my family. The sight of them made me smile and laugh.
My children came in and saw the litter of past persons then asked "What happened to him anyway?"
But after sifting through it all I sat in silence for a while, remembering why I don't like people.
(Or viscus vapors masquerading as people)
Here's to the undead; May you have peace and joy on your path.
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