Pardon Me

Interestingly enough one of the more uncomfortable things about all of this is not having anywhere to think, anyone to think with, or a good way to express my thoughts and ideas.

Though not wholly unexpected, it's interesting to find out a little bit about what happens behind your back and what people will do when they find out that you're doing something crazy.

Poor Luke is still as heartbroken as anyone about it, but instead of being able to challenge my thoughts and ideas, I'm challenged and shunned myself, not my ideas.

I think I've largely moved beyond my darker shadow days, but people seem to want to pidgeonhole me there once again.

Unfortunately matters for which I would wish to discuss aren't for open consumption and people just use it as an attack on my character.

I think the most odd part about this is watching other people react to harm that hasn't been done, or judge me for decisions I haven't made.

I get to watch, almost like I set off a small incendiary device and now I get to watch EMS respond and freak out but all I torched was a small pile of garbage in a field. Run, flee, panic, overreact, laugh.