to write about my life. It's not just putting words down on paper - zip zap zoop - it's remembering it, living it again. Trying to make it not just make sense but be true.
I don't want to be someone who remembers the past in a way that always makes her the good guy. Or, at least, not the bad guy. I am the bad guy - the good guy, too, but it's important not to forget the bad stuff.
Before I get started on this, I want to be clear. I'm a good person. I have fucked up in my life, big time, but I very rarely hurt anyone on purpose. When I hurt someone, it's usually through inattention. I always feel bad about it, always beat myself up (hard), and always apologize when I realize what I've done.
I'll try to keep that in mind when I'm remembering a particularly gruesome screw-up. (sigh) Introspection ain't real unless it stings, at least part of the time.
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Don't know why he's clothed in the shower, and don't care.
Freaking LOVE this picture!
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