Tuesday 27th March and Thursday 29th March
Tell us about two times you made the wrong choice.
When I make wrong choices, people get hurt, so I hope you’ll understand when I say it’s hard for me to talk about these things.
The first was when I decided to go to see Oysten and warn him before I left the Kalmari. I should have known that they would track me back to there. They would have gone to talk to him anyway, but the fact that I had been there just before I left meant that there was no way that they were going to believe him when he said that he didn’t know where I had gone.
The second wrong choice… hm, hard to decide exactly, but I guess my second wrong choice was ever letting anyone other than those who already knew (ie- the Kalmari) know about me. I let Don and the others get close and because of that so many of them have been hurt, at least one beyond all fixing.
I’ve made other bad choices, lots of them, all leading to the same place; my friends getting hurt, but these were the first two.
Tonight, 100 words on morbid fantasies.
I don’t really mean to think about death, and yet I do.
We live in a kind of violent world, and a very temporary one where someone can be with you one moment and be on the ground gasping for breath the next.
Someone can just topple over while they’re standing right beside you because some tiny vessel in their brain just popped, or because a sniper had them in their sights, or maybe it was you they had aimed, but this unsuspecting passer-by happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Life is short. Live it.
When I make wrong choices, people get hurt, so I hope you’ll understand when I say it’s hard for me to talk about these things.
The first was when I decided to go to see Oysten and warn him before I left the Kalmari. I should have known that they would track me back to there. They would have gone to talk to him anyway, but the fact that I had been there just before I left meant that there was no way that they were going to believe him when he said that he didn’t know where I had gone.
The second wrong choice… hm, hard to decide exactly, but I guess my second wrong choice was ever letting anyone other than those who already knew (ie- the Kalmari) know about me. I let Don and the others get close and because of that so many of them have been hurt, at least one beyond all fixing.
I’ve made other bad choices, lots of them, all leading to the same place; my friends getting hurt, but these were the first two.
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Tonight, 100 words on morbid fantasies.
I don’t really mean to think about death, and yet I do.
We live in a kind of violent world, and a very temporary one where someone can be with you one moment and be on the ground gasping for breath the next.
Someone can just topple over while they’re standing right beside you because some tiny vessel in their brain just popped, or because a sniper had them in their sights, or maybe it was you they had aimed, but this unsuspecting passer-by happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Life is short. Live it.