What's The Point Of Being

(mother)" She Used To Tell Me To Get My Nose Out Of My Book And Go Get Some Fresh Air.

Sorrow Comes With So Many Defense Mechanisms. You Have Your Shock, Your Denial, Your Getting Wasted, Your Cracking Jokes, And Your Religion. You Also Have The Old Standby Catchall—the Blind Belief In Fate, The Whole "things Happening For A Reason" Drill.

I Miss Him In So Many Ways, But Right Now I Miss Him In The Way You Always Miss Someone When You're Single Among A Room Full Of Couples.

I Think Some Of The Biggest Time Sucks Are Regret And Guilt, And I Have To Fight Against Those Things All The Time. In A Way, It's A Good Thing, Because It Can Motivate You To Make Amends And Forgive, But Regrets Are Really, I Think, A Supreme Waste Of Time In Many Ways.

No Matter What The Circumstances. I Am More Like Most Men In This Regard. No Second Chances. It's Not So Much About Morality, But About My Inability To Forgive. I'm A Champion Grudge Holder, And I Don't Think I Could Change This About Myself Even If I Wanted To.