Thursday, April 9, 2009
The night they drove old dixie down
I think the reason I like dead things, or a more all-encompassing idea would be unfortunate things, is because I subconsciously can tell myself that I'm not in that position. That what I'm looking at as a fault I experience in my life, or being upset by things are not as big of a deal as getting my face blown off by shrapnel or contracting leprosy. I am lucky, I am still unhappy (sometimes), though.