Wild World

Jeg spørger mig faktisk ret ofte, hvor jeg er på vej hen, også med hensyn til denne blog. Jeg spørger mig især hver gang, jeg atter en gang har banket hovedet ind i ignorancens betonmur og/eller har gjort mig selv til målskive for andre at afreagere deres ubearbejdede trauma på - ligesom det skete, ganske uforventet, i dag igen.




"It's a wild world", så afgjort. Men man vælger vel selv, hvor meget "vildskab" man vil udsætte sig for...

Til den person, der mente, at måtte afreagere på mig i dag:

"And if you're taking drugs and they're working for you, the blessedness of God on you. But please, please, please, stop arguing with the people who are out there working for the people they don't work for! Because, you see, we're not out there fighting for you if it works for you. We're fighting for the guy who spent 50 years in a mental institution because they've taken his soul and they've taken his life, and that's the guy we're all fighting for. So, if you're out there and you're happy with the drugs: Stay quiet! Do your own thing. Nobody's arguing with you. Nobody's insisting you come off the drugs. I'm arguing with the fact that I spent 8 years shuffling around the wards of mental hospitals in this country, because they nearly killed me, and they nearly stole my soul. So, don't tell me that I can't talk out about them because you're happy with them. Be happy with them and let me do what I need to do: Stop other people being unhappy with them." - John McCarthy