I go back and forth on this one.
Sometimes I belong in the "Walk a Mile in My Shoes" crowd and at other times or in other situations, I feel like if we can just cut that old shit loose and watch it float away, all will be well. It feels like we are keeping this shit alive in us, ourselves, but every time we think this stuff is dead and buried it rolls over and kicks us, again.
But, once you "cut the old shit loose" and it doesn't float away, instead, takes on a life of its own and you no longer have even the slightest control, because it's all out there and you can't even hide from it or cover it up anymore - what then? Suffer the ridicule of people who have no knowledge of tragedy is what we do.
There is no way to identify with another person's pain, unless you know similar pain. There is also no reason to make other people think that you are the only one with pain or that YOUR pain is greater than theirs.
Sorry ... No firing squad. I just +'ed you for pointing out another impossible paradox in human behavior.
