The clearest description I have managed so far about my blog is that it is not about cats. In general, I find predators pretty predictable while prey on the other-hand, because they live in universes of anxiety, develop more textured personalities. I also have as a writer a deft hand when it comes to making matters worse, so of course , the already panicky are ready made for me. I will try to grow this blog into an assortment of laughs, because that is what my life has mostly taught me to do. I will use the famous people I have known to get your attention and then tell you small but many times wonderful things about them. I will never name the ones I say ugly things about but I hope you will guess who they are.
Great hurt makes us want to be alone.
by Regis Boff
We are the only animal that is aware it is living. Other species’ are sailing around and around chasing the next meal, avoiding avoidable pain or cheekily trying to have sex.
We are also uniquely cognizant of being alone. Similar to our remedies for meals, pain and sex, isolation forges a passion for philosophies, religions and Sunday night Bingo.
It is difficult for our kind to enjoy the isolation. We like and loathe companionship but despair at having no one at all. The hushed men, returning from war are many times relieved to not engage in fellowship.
Great hurt seems to make us want to be alone.