Re: holly nw/jack p
[He blinks. Makes a cup of tea. Returns.]
Right. Starting with the weird shit. Bit of both. I had a friend. One who was already a little weird. Lost a couple of decades, and changed with it. I'm beginning to have a passing familiarity with what that feels like. But all right, after that? She became a boy. Still young, but boy. A little lost initially, but the bloke she was with - he was with? I think my friend finished up he pretty decidedly - sort of rolled with it, which probably helped them out. But it was fucking exhausting. And it didn't make my friend all that happy? At least I don't think it did. That, the ongoing churn that fucked with who they were and how they were, I'm very bloody tired of.
Now, talk to me about weird shit that isn't going to make anyone I know miserable, I'm all for it. Love that stuff. Seek it out.
Let's deal with the knee first. How did the knee get disintegrated, and is it literal disintegration or is this something you Americans could throw a bloody fortune at and actually fix? Or are we comprehensively and totally fubared? Because if it's the first end of the scale, despite the deep lack of fondness for weird, I might know a man about a dog, and so on. If it's the latter, that's demon territory. We don't go near demons.
Then the hate. No one hates everyone. It's bloody exhausting. It's normally because you're miserable. I hated everyone when I moved here. Tiring. I'd say it drove me to drink but it didn't, that'd be a lie, I was just a miserable sod. People like being important. They like it badly enough they write themselves bigger roles in other people's lives than is written for them. That's ego. Their ego.
I'm not going to tell you anything about intent or interpretation. I'm going to tell you it's deeply shit, and you can't stop people and their egos from waving it about all over the place. You work out whether you can be fucked to care that they're getting on your tits, or whether they're irrelevant. Does whoever it is who's written themselves a starring role out of the background, actually matter?
I feel peculiarly like the martyr comment is a wide open trap I could tramp through happily, because I'm probably guilty as much as anyone, especially pissed as a horse's fart. But the shit-talking, christ. You could extract some kind of blood vow, I suppose. But it comes back to people being people and people in general, god love them, are deeply shit.
Right. Back to you. I'd say I'd buy you a pint, but we both don't want that, so I could stint you a cup of tea, or you could write me a paragraph back. Easy either way.