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19 December 2005 @ 02:17 pm
This first choice of yours.  
Two days of living alone has made me more and more like a child raised by wolves. If the moon were full, I would howl at it, my friends. I am one with the wild gnashing of teeth and the desire to run, run, run. In fact, this morning? I actually went for a run. It was cold out, and I ran through it.

I have absolutely no idea why I did it, but hey man, endorphin high, still going. I'm not sure how far I ran, but it felt like a long way, which means basically nothing as I am not a worker-outer.

Ahh, my loves. Here's time for a distinct change of topic, and one that will of course make me look all the younger in all your eyes, but I'm just going to say it: One of my most common refrains of the past couple weeks has been this -- "Why are people unkind to one another?" Today as I was running, I saw a man screaming at his son for forgetting something in the house. Full-out screaming at him, as though the child had like, burned down a friggin' building or something, and the poor boy was just crying so hard, and I frankly just don't understand it. I'm not trying to say I'm the world's best person or anything - becuase I know for a fact I'm not - and I do know that I have been unkind and probably will be unkind again, but I like to think it's never anything I've done on purpose. When I see people literally trying to hurt one another it makes something in me twist and hurt and I just -- thank you, but no.

Maybe it's winter, because everything's so cold and sharp out that I think we could all use a little extra comfort. Maybe it's Christmas, though I doubt it. The sweaters, songs, and forced goodwill make me somewhat uncomfortable -- which isn't any kind of 'commercialization of a scared event' thing but at the franticness of it all. "GOOD WILL TOWARD MEN NOW!!" just seems so false and urgently so. I can't really stand it.

I used to be an incredibly angry person, but sometime in the past five years, that's mellowed, and it's left me with bits of recurring rage that leap up from time to time and I get disgusted and want to destroy things, but I try really hard to not take that out on people, and I don't know if it's just how I was raised or because I can't stand the guilt of really hurting people's feelings. But in conclusion, I can't stand the unkindness sometimes. I really just can't, and I wanted to pick that little boy up and brush away his tears and give him, I don't know, a freakin' pony or something. Not one of the talking ones that trinityofone has filled Atlantis with, but just something sweet that can't talk and has big brown eyes and will seem to understand what the boy wants.

I think this all may be part of the endorphine high, or maybe just being silly in love, or maybe just being on my own has made me think a lot about these things. Who even knows? But ladies and gentlemen, I do hope you have a good day. I do.
Current Mood: thoughtfulthoughtful
Current Music: Missing-Beck
Adoable Frunklyra_sena on December 19th, 2005 07:17 pm (UTC)
... talking ponies? What the hell have I missed?

hey, is your phone working?
pure FORESHADOWING: bears are not cool - scrunchynifra_idril on December 19th, 2005 07:25 pm (UTC)
No, but the mystery is solved - the youngest sister signed up our phone plan for millions of the ridiculous little things that are like "I will text message you a joke every hour on the hour and it will cost nine million dollars!" plus there are the games, and the weather updates, and the celebrity news updates, and the -- she's thirteen. You can imagine.

I don't know when, quite, the phone's going to be working agian. All communications are via l'email until that time comes about!
Tiny Timmy Tokyo: sga: crisp apple streudelsslodwick on December 19th, 2005 08:12 pm (UTC)

trinityofone is quickly becoming one of my Favorites.
Adoable Frunklyra_sena on December 19th, 2005 08:42 pm (UTC)
gawd, when I have a moment of free time, I'm going to go read all her stuff! I friended her after that other fic that was so good, so I have some catching up to do.

Tiny Timmy Tokyoslodwick on December 19th, 2005 09:18 pm (UTC)
You really do, man. She's not only amazing, but she's FAST. She pumps that fic out like a MACHINE.
resonant8 on December 19th, 2005 07:56 pm (UTC)
Once I fled Target just moments from tears because a mother was being mean to her kid. The girl was 2-ish, and the mother had promised her something "if you're good," and the girl had done something wrong, and now the mother was saying, "No, because you weren't good," and the girl was crying piteously, "Good now! Yook, momma, be good now!"

I mean, I know there are kids who, like, don't have enough to eat and a warm place to sleep, and in that context this was trivial, but it was, like, 11:30 in the morning, when every toddler in the world is cranky, hungry, and in need of a nap, and the mother wouldn't just leave already, but had to go on shopping while she told that little weeping girl that she wasn't good, and I just ... yeah. It was awful.
Adoable Frunk: puellalyra_sena on December 19th, 2005 08:41 pm (UTC)
those scenes always break my heart. I was in the grocery store the other day when a mother just up and slapped her child over the head. I felt physically ill, and helpless -- you just want to take the child and cradle them in your arms when that happens.
Tiny Timmy Tokyoslodwick on December 19th, 2005 08:10 pm (UTC)
exercise is for suckers.
I was being romantic/silly/happy earlier, because I was thinking of doing the thing where you say all manner of nice things about people. but then, there's the lazy to contend with.
SPACE GANDALF: battlefield - gilkurtistrinityofone on December 19th, 2005 08:58 pm (UTC)
*feels vaguely notorious* *is pleased*

As for why people are unkind to each other...man. I think the obvious answer is that they are unhappy, and that unhappiness can only be directed inward for so long (for some people, about half a second) before it burns outward, lashing out at everyone and everything. I know that, while I personally try to be a "nice person," I am angry a lot of the time, and worst of all, when I do let it out--when I do take it out on someone, it's usually a member of my family, someone I love. Like I can--I must--be kind to perfect strangers, but my loved ones? Open season.

"You Always Hurt the One You Love"--thank you, Mills Brothers.

Well, this has been a hell of a first comment to leave on someone's journal. Um, hi? *weak grin*
Raya D. Sunshine, PhD.nzraya on December 20th, 2005 04:44 am (UTC)
I saw a man screaming at his son for forgetting something in the house. Full-out screaming at him, as though the child had like, burned down a friggin' building or something, and the poor boy was just crying so hard, and I frankly just don't understand it.

Ooh ooh! I know this one! The boy is actually a homunculus and the man, his creator, is torn between his guilt for bringing him into this world and his fear that the homunculus will destroy him and all the other humans and so when the homounculus acts up he freaks out in case it means he's about to go on a murderous rampage but he can't bring himself to destroy him so..... What? Why are you looking at me like that? *wide eyes*

No but seriously, kindness is a good thing and horribly underrated in contemporary American society (on account of not being terribly macho). I say we bring it back. Kindness -- it's the new black!