It occurs to me that everything I touch eventually turns to shit, even if it shimmers like gold when I first brush against it.
I think most of us feel that way at some point. After all, we always hurt the ones we love and the ones we love always hurt us — as trite as it is — love fucking hurts (such a simple concept) .
But it matters as nothing else can...it gives meaning and worth.
Don't get me wrong, I'm all about going batshit....but damn, it can be dangerous and we must always keep that in mind — while flirting along the edge of the cliff, struggling not to topple.
I can't help but half-ass grin when I think about a number of conversations Bj and I had about our stressing each other slap the hell out. "Crazy ass woman..." It's pretty fucked up when you realize you can stress somebody out to the point they seize. Didn't really come as a surprise though...hell, half the time I thought the stress was going to send me into a seizure!
That's the really shitty thing about people who can always make you feel better — they can also always make you feel a hell of a lot worse.