It’ s a bit like a scene from One Flew Over the KooKoo’s Nest. Where even the seemingly sane are only marginally so. The insane wonder about the island in cars, blocked by the ocean. The more capable Jack Nicholson type sit on the porches of their establishments in a casual manner. They try to explain to passers by why THE END OF THE WORLD is the way that it is.
There are some here whom I believe have been hurt very badly and were already ‘sensitive’ to being with, myself included. Though there are some whom have never had the pleasure of tragedy, they are just hippies embracing life’s magic. Some of the people can be blissfully arrogantly ignorant. Those people don’t seem to understand that speaking to someone in all first person positives can come off as pompous bragging. They wistfully assume (assumption being the bastard child of ignorance) that everyone is comfortable with perfection.
Perhaps I am being too harsh. Maybe it is just my own bitterness at having to undergo heartbreak but, there is something about people who have not had a good life that I admire or identify with. They seem more whole or real to me. -A torn soul can be mended by the thread of bravery.- Cheers to people who have been sad but still remember to be happy.
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