I keep expecting things will eventually turn out for the better as in a Hallmark Movie of the Week. Intellectually, of course I knew this is bogus. But I mustn't be alone in this irrational need to weave the chaotic and unsympathetic facts of life into a comforting narrative. It's as simple as a child needing to be reassured that he is safe. In fact, I would say the two needs are identical. When a child grow up to be an adult, I don't think the child disappears. he is still there, the soft core behind the layers of armor forged by experience and will.
posted by tom 1:14 AM