Watching House, an amazing episode, no patients, no disease to fight, just complete focus on the characters... anyway, while watching that I realised, we are all broken.
I pride myself on admitting that there is a Dr. Jekyll and a Mr. Hyde side of me, as with everyone. But that's not completely true. We all have a Mr. Hyde, named because it usually remains hidden by us, only to be unleashed in the right situation. Mine also stays hidden.
This is my outlet, and yet I even lie to it. Why? Because I'm afraid of saying the things about me that make me feel ashamed aloud, or even typing them, because that might make them real.
I'm not the only one who is broken, there are some people out there, some who are close to me even, who have had bigger problems in their life and it's affected their actions, and had an impact on their lives. Not always a bad thing.
I haven't had anything like that happen to me. Nothing major. And yet I'm screwed up inside. I keep my emotions bottled up, and if you've read this blog from the start, or even just read 2 or 3 of these posts, you'll know I have major issues in how I see the world, interact with it and deal with things. None of us are normal, hell, you have either nothing better to do so you chose to read this, or you genuinely want an insight into my world, both of which qualify you for abnormality :p
We all have our own way of looking at things, and nobody has the perfect way for every scenario, so we all hurt ourselves and others at one time or another. Like it or not, the human race is beyond repair. I've said for long enough we are not a great species, and now I have more evidence.
Byee.
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