I went out with Melissa and Brian last night. I actually called her "superficial". What was I thinking? Trying to fully form thoughts and opinions in the brain is often too difficult, so instead my mouth blurts out whatever it is thinking. Normally I am more restrained in my insulting of people. I just don't get it. I don't know if I feel sorry for her or what? What happens is that I recognize a certain vunerable side in the strangers I meet, and my heart goes out to them. I feel the need to take care of them or coddle their wounded (Or so I stupidly assume) psyche. That is when I make an ass out of myself. At that moment when I see a person as being defective, at that moment when I see a part of myself in the other person, I start treating them like a fucking baby.
I hate being a human being with limitations sometimes (not all the time. Our deficiancies make us who we are. We should celebrate our inadequacies.) It's when I feel stupid. It's when I feel weak. It's when I really really scared that I wish I could have godlike powers.
He swims. He gnaws. He builds dams. He moves us with his intelligence and grace. He is the Wily Beaver. And he is here to INTUBATE us all.
Saturday, July 27, 2002
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