i will freely admit that i am hypersensitive today (i look at the clock and correct-yesterday)...it was my birthday, and memorable only because it was so miserable...friends and family forgot, mom baked a rum cake (which i don't like, but she doesn't remember that anymore), and i've got cramps. and we're broke, and unemployed, and, dammit, i didn't get that diary on roe v. wade done.
with that admission out of the way, i would like to offer a bit of sage advice from a not-so-old-but-getting-there-quick chick...
be kind...ya get it? just...be kind. be aware of the fact that your life's journey is different from that of the person next to you or whose name you click on. you may read a diary that has nothing to do with electing better democrats, or pooties or ows. it may be brutal and personal. it may push a button for you. maybe a diary about molestation and abuse, and death and survival. i speak from experience...the voice we find after tragedy is imperfect, and often crude (but necessary).
so, if you can't be kind, or at least indifferently respectful, walk away silently, please. don't respond with a fuck you, or you're a loser or a retard or any number of the awful names i've seen spewed the last few hours by some kossacks to each other.
a quick story...after my brother died, my nieces were in one hell of a fight with their mother, who is not a very kind person, to say the least. she screamed, 'fuck you. i hate you!' to two very sad, very mixed-up girls, her own children. it made me queasy. it made my head and my heart hurt.
that's something like how i've felt the past few hours...
be kind... peace.
