Comments | otioseandtrite: just a song with lyrics.

otioseandtrite

just a song with lyrics.

Oct 05, 2011 08:53

"Can we just maybe not forget this." Verbatim. The rest takes a while to come back, like waking up after surgery, or a corpse rising to the surface of the water in a movie. But the words? The words precede even the scenery. Tonality, volume, the soft, shimmering quaver like she is talking while in a car driving over a bumpy road. Afterward the ( Read more... )

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ne_pas October 5 2011, 15:24:45 UTC

But Kurt--some of us can't be fixed. And some of us don't want to. Some of us really are "enders," and your saying 'I like your hair' wouldn't have changed that.

I'm happy that, despite what you said, you remember.

otioseandtrite October 5 2011, 18:22:35 UTC

I've always had a hard time accepting that, even in concept. The idea that someone, something, isn't fixable has never sat well with me. I always try. Let's call it a pathological need, yeah? Ha.

ne_pas October 5 2011, 18:31:56 UTC

Maybe it'd be easier to accept as...

Some of us can't be fixed by anyone other than ourselves?

I know that when I'm deepest in my depression, I don't actually want to get better. I didn't used to understand how that could be different from wanting to be miserable, but really what it is is that "better" does not seem worth it.

When I'm like that, there's nothing anyone else could do.

But it's nice that you keep trying anyway. I don't know the woman you were talking about, but I feel more empathy and understanding for her than I have for anyone in a while. And it makes me feel happy for her that you still remember but sad for you.