Ramblings of the Girl With Balls

She walks. And sometimes she's slammed against the wall without warning. An undetectable force, lying in wait. Something real... something on the surface... something that should be difficult for anyone but in many ways, she just ends up shrugging at it. Because who really cares anyway?

Compassion is a funny thing. Sometimes you look at people and see their frailty. Sometimes you look at them with anger for not dodging the bullets that should be easily dodged. Because the gun was sluggish and it barely went off. If they had only put their hand up, it would have just hit it and fell to the ground like in cartoons. But, they let it get to their heart and now they're reaping the rewards. Which, usually, doesn't the world "reaping" sound so grave? That's because it is. Makes you think of the grim reaper. And usually when folks say "you reap what you sow", they don't mean the good you've done.

Therapy today was awesome but I've got alot to digest and then, basically, regurgitate. (Eww...) I have to start living. And sometimes living means standing up for myself appropriately. And not just assuming that I have no right to say something when I'm being mistreated.

I like biff's name for it. Biff with balls.

That's me.