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Aug. 13th, 2020 06:22 pmJournaling as therapy. Whee, wonderful, fuck...this has been an incredibly long time.
I would love to catch up on effectively 9 years (well, 15 if we go since I was truly on a journal site), but there simply would be no time.
Right now? I'm pretty fucked up.
3 and a half months ago, one of my best friends was killed. News around the world had the story as it was the first postal worker murder in...I think a very long time.
She was flawed as any of us...and had some views that I always kinda clashed with, so we just did not broach those topics with each other.
She also gave an incredibly damn about the world around her. She finally had started pulling her life together in the last two years that she'd been working for USPS.
And a 21 year old shot her because there was a hold on mail to his and his mother's house. Including his stimulus check.
There are a lot of news stories out there, and a LOT of spin on it depending on the angle people want to user her in death for.
That has me ragey.
I find myself checking the FB newsfeed for the killer's name...trying to find out if there have been any updates, even though I know that it is likely to be at least six more months before any real news starts to hit on his trial. But, part of my dysfunction is having to understand at least more facets of it than I do.
Likely a fool's errand.
So what do I do? Read some of her old entries, remind myself that she existed (as if I'll forget anytime soon...it's only been in the last 5 years that I've noted aspects of my loss of my best friend in 94 have started to...fade. Not the loss..that's a white hot core..but the pieces before that moment..appearance, some vocalization...likes and dislikes...those are fading)
The brain has been crammed full of a lot of information since then.
Anyway..so yeah, I'm a bit of a wreck. With no solid bit of it..instead am just kind listing and on autopilot.
Again, an old program that I remember well, but modified to make sure that the mistakes I made 26 years ago are not made again...not hiding, but not blasting it out either.
Curse? I've read the reports...and have a good imagination, and a good approximation of my friend. So it is really, really easy for my brain to play the entire scenario of her shooting out. Again, the info junkie needing information..has given me enough that both her Ex-wife and I can pretty well picture the scene damn clearly.
Blessing and curse, imagination and inference is.
One of the worst (I almost said the worst, but I'm not sure there is a scalable here), is the pure fucking bloodlust. Again, pretty normal and understandable.
And, I'm running out of steam. So, more later..on this or other topics.
I would love to catch up on effectively 9 years (well, 15 if we go since I was truly on a journal site), but there simply would be no time.
Right now? I'm pretty fucked up.
3 and a half months ago, one of my best friends was killed. News around the world had the story as it was the first postal worker murder in...I think a very long time.
She was flawed as any of us...and had some views that I always kinda clashed with, so we just did not broach those topics with each other.
She also gave an incredibly damn about the world around her. She finally had started pulling her life together in the last two years that she'd been working for USPS.
And a 21 year old shot her because there was a hold on mail to his and his mother's house. Including his stimulus check.
There are a lot of news stories out there, and a LOT of spin on it depending on the angle people want to user her in death for.
That has me ragey.
I find myself checking the FB newsfeed for the killer's name...trying to find out if there have been any updates, even though I know that it is likely to be at least six more months before any real news starts to hit on his trial. But, part of my dysfunction is having to understand at least more facets of it than I do.
Likely a fool's errand.
So what do I do? Read some of her old entries, remind myself that she existed (as if I'll forget anytime soon...it's only been in the last 5 years that I've noted aspects of my loss of my best friend in 94 have started to...fade. Not the loss..that's a white hot core..but the pieces before that moment..appearance, some vocalization...likes and dislikes...those are fading)
The brain has been crammed full of a lot of information since then.
Anyway..so yeah, I'm a bit of a wreck. With no solid bit of it..instead am just kind listing and on autopilot.
Again, an old program that I remember well, but modified to make sure that the mistakes I made 26 years ago are not made again...not hiding, but not blasting it out either.
Curse? I've read the reports...and have a good imagination, and a good approximation of my friend. So it is really, really easy for my brain to play the entire scenario of her shooting out. Again, the info junkie needing information..has given me enough that both her Ex-wife and I can pretty well picture the scene damn clearly.
Blessing and curse, imagination and inference is.
One of the worst (I almost said the worst, but I'm not sure there is a scalable here), is the pure fucking bloodlust. Again, pretty normal and understandable.
And, I'm running out of steam. So, more later..on this or other topics.