When in doubt, running away isn’t always the answer

I lay in bed, looking at the stars, wondering where the roof had gone. My thoughts were running like Usain Bolt, only faster and less Jamaican. Something Scurvy Jane had said to me earlier that night was playing on my feeble, massively confused mind that suffers from any sense of clarity at the best of times. She said to me “my life doesn’t mean anything”. When your partner’s best, skin-diseased friend confides something like that in you, you just want to pretend that you didn’t hear it and go to the bar but she was genuinely distressed and not in a good way. I just knew I wouldn’t say the right thing so I done the second best thing I could think of and ran away. Although I’m the worst person in the world to turn to for help, I just know someone, somewhere would have known what to say to her:

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8 thoughts on “When in doubt, running away isn’t always the answer”

  1. Well, at least it gives us all a little bit of hope and value to our existence? But it will take millions of years to know what we mattered about? I think there is a chance by then I won’t care.

    1. There’s no chance you won’t care by then Don Don’s. You’re a caring person and there’s no denying that. If there’s nothing that Bill Y knows, this isn’t it!

  2. If all those History Channel programs that have us in great angst over the impending end of the Earth, the Sun and everything else are false, and everything is still in place 10 million years from now, it’s nice to know that those of us alive today will prove useful.

    (How’s that for a run-on sentence?)

  3. Sadly, for some, that will be the only time their life matters. My great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great grandkids thank you.

    I’m assuming of course the human species will still be around then.

    1. Thank your great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great grandkids for me!

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