Enjoy the Silence

After learning of the loss of Columbia, I went about a day and a half with no television and little radio, because I just didn't have the heart. Apart from that, the silence is doing me good, which is odd because it has also let me see how desparately I've been running from it for months. If that makes sense.

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I've been in therapy for a few years. I don't like to talk about it much, mostly because when other people say, "Well, my therapist says . . . ," they are usually so whiny that I want to hit them. But today's session produced some very disturbing thoughts, and I want to put them down so I can poke them with sticks and see how they react.

• Maybe I feel like myself only when I'm unhappy.


• Maybe only suffering feels real to me.

And It's Not Because I've Been Smoking, Either

I was just wondering: do you think Neville Longbottom's ancestors made their fortune selling pipe-weed in the Southfarthing?