Friday, March 6, 2009

Stormy days

When you spend your days immersing yourself in death, eventually you're going to have days when it just becomes too much. When you just can't spend another second thinking about the horrible things that people can do. When you can no longer stand the fact that looking at photos of dead bodies, blood, wounds, and autopsies has become no big deal. When the reality of the state's systematic, merciless, cold, calculated, and completely premeditated attempt to kill your clients makes you so tired and sad that all you want to do is crawl into a deep, dark hole and cry.

Those days tend to coincide with dark clouds, like today. Days where big, nasty thunderstorms seem just a breath away. And it doesn't help if your "pleasure" read is all about tragic death (and ends in an awful way that just pisses you off).

When you have one of those days, it's really easy to pull into yourself, hide away from people, and drink a little (or a lot). That's probably not the best way to deal with the ugliness of it all, though. If you have any better suggestions, I'm all ears.


Meryl said...

Two words--puddle walk.

S said...

But it hasn't rained yet! I went with two other words: duck confit. And two other words: pinot grigio.

mikeb302000 said...

It's tough work you do, but I'm grateful there are people like you doing it. That makes me hope that you're not too too much in the minority and there are other caring intelligent tireless people doing the work as well. And you're making the additional contribution of putting some of the stuff on the internet for people to think about.

Keep up the good work and good luck with the difficult days.

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