Yesterday I
crushed a man with my car and watched him die. I’ve forgotten how calming it is
to watch the life leave someone eyes as I take their life away. It creates a sense
of quiet confidence that can carry me through some pretty rough days.
I’m fine,
actually, I just remembered how therapeutic murder can be.
It was so
satisfying to hear the snap as his pelvis shattered and his body slumped onto
my hood. We just stared at each other, sharing this moment of peace between us
while he reached out for me. Nothing below his shoulders could move but he tried.
He worked and he struggled but in the end he just stared.
He later
fell out of a parking garage where he hit a tree on his way down, most likely
crushing his lower half on impact.
The point
is: treat yourself. Find something that sooths you and make sure to work it
into your schedule. Mental health is extremely important in this political,
economic, etc., etc., environment.
Be good to
yourself so you can do what you need to do to others to the best of your
ability.
Just my
two-cents on self-care.
But what do
I know?
As always,
dear readers,
Stay Safe
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