The Skeleton At The Feast, Or, Why I Do What I Do.
Of the Seven Deadly Sins, anger is possibly the most fun. To lick your wounds, to smack your lips over grievances long past, to roll over your tongue the prospect of bitter confrontations still to come, to savor to the last toothsome morsel both the pain you are given and the pain you are giving back—in many ways it is a feast fit for a king. The chief drawback is that what you are wolfing down is yourself. The skeleton at the feast is you. ~Frederick Buechner
It’s later that I notice what I has been taken out of me – what I have broken. During those moments? Anger is the most beautiful thing that has ever happened to me. Only then does freedom of speech not seem like an impossibility. There’s nothing quite like watching someone’s face crumple under your fury, nothing quite like that satisfaction. But I suppose everything is relative. (more…)
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as a ‘reminder’. Apparently they never claimed that the rings were promises to not do the dirty, but rather just to remind them stay the path. So I guess they’re more like ‘Reminder Rings’.
Heath Ledger‘s family on a serious note, really touched the Oscar audience. If you happened to watch, I’m sure all of you were a little tangled up inside watching the heart-breaking acceptance speech. Clips of Anne Hathaway and Angelina Jolie crying really put a hold on the festivities. But of course the jerk who came on after had to crack a joke about Heath and really destroyed the moment. A lot of people are saying it’s a pity award, but if you really think about it, who gave a better performance this year? And what’s up with Heath not being in the memorial slide show? Maybe I missed something.
ent that captures you when staring at a city skyline lit up at night. I always wished, as I stared out at these views, that someone would think I was that beautiful. That someone would stare at me as I stared at the sky; and see something more than the rest of world saw. I’ve always wished that I was special. But, I’m just average. I have no interesting stories or astonishing accomplishments to share. I did nothing to be remembered for, I didn’t make an extraordinary amount of friends. If anything, I was known for being quiet and keeping myself locked inside a shell.No one is going to remember me, I told myself as I walked out the doors of my high school for the last time in December.
