As always, I'm laughing at something. Some are prone to anger, or assume a position of presumed superiority, or descend hatred. And try to hide it with a smile.
Something so wonderful gone so wrong.
Because they are as surely enmired in their sterile way of thinking as we in ours. Yet they cannot see their fault, the subtle hypocrisy that permeates their idiology. They're frustrated because I, we, are not like them.
Tears are very different, I learn. Self pity, anger, hate, or desparation do not require anything from anyone else, and in fact leave me vehemently wanting to be left alone. Grieving, however.......I did not care if James or Kim held me close in the church, because I wasn't even aware of them until reflection after the fact.
Oh yes. Now that I more friends that read both LJ and GJ, you shoud probably know that occaisionally I don't feel like writing something new, so I'll dig around in my opposite journal for something that hasn't been cross-posted.