Posted on July 28, 2018 by Miss Comorbidity - The Art of Stockpiling Memories
I closed my eyes and felt a heavy sadness because I knew Randy was trying his best to maintain his composure as he discussed the use of silicone in order to “flesh out” the right side of Andrew’s face in order to make him more “aesthetically pleasing”. I also knew that he was using everything in his power to stop picturing the beautiful young man who laid before him walking down a set of railroad tracks less than half a mile from the house he grew up in, jumping two hundred feet to his death. That’s what made me sad at that moment. Know that his mind was playing the same grainy movie over and over again, just like ours. Except Randy had to watch a different version of this horrific movie everyday of his life and for a moment I envied him. I wanted to be able to change channels too.
Posted on April 3, 2017 by Miss Comorbidity - The Art of Stockpiling Memories
“It takes courage to endure the sharp pains of self discovery rather than choose to take the dull pain of unconsciousness that would last the rest of our lives.”
― Marianne Williamson