"..but I hope it's not a boy because boys grow up to be perverts."But that's exactly how we live: in perpetual terror of getting burned. Again. Because once you've been caught offguard and weak, you're not liable to want to repeat it. Ever. Even, sometimes, at the expense of those who really do care about us.
It's just baffling that we are all so jaded before even our twentieth year. All of humanity. Just one giant wound to be nursed.
January is about catharsis.
FIN. 1:58 p.m., Thursday, Jan. 12, 2006