Hiding from Myself.
I'm off of river duty, and back into the main woods.
And I'm thrilled.
I thought of all the reasons that I don't commit suicide.
Then I meditated for a few minutes.
And then prepared a number of never-to-be-released rants.
This is the exercise I do when I'm depressed, I don't know if it helps or hurts, but I've never broken down in tears while doing it.
Imagine what the world would be missing if you were gone. It doesn't just have to be bad things or good things. It would be less or different, but not necessarily better or worse.
For example: If I were dead the world would be down one ex-shoplifter, one romanizer/translator, one registered voter who votes, and five or so people would be down one friend.
I just wanna be someone else right now. I know that we all go through garbage, and chances are I've had it easier than most people. It's because all the things that have ever gone wrong or made me 'interesting' have been my fault. Really, I've been charmed, but I want to live out of my shell for a few hours or days.
Over and out.