Tilting At Windmills

[pdragon76]

I really have to stop smoking these cigarettes. I don't do anything by halves. Why is it so impossible for me to do anything in moderation? A seeming lifetime ago a therapist named Jeff announced this would be my saving grace. He about-turned me and said: "All we have to do is unself-destruct you with the same passion in this direction

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[pdragon76]

You're right. It IS ridiculous that you feel like you have to apologise. Aren't YOU are shining example of how well-adjusted many members of your nation are? I think you are, anyways. *smish*

TIG is a messed up dude. No doubt. He had several highly redeeming features that clouded my view of him for a long time, and there's nothing I love more than a flawed character -- no secret there if you've read an ounce of my fic. I still have a hard time seeing anything he did as malicious. It wasn't. He's just...incapable of trusting. And when he can't find a problem, he creates one from whatever skerrick of doubt presents itself in any given situation. Like, there's an unaccounted for couple of days and the Holy Bible on my bedside table. So naturally, I've been reviewing the Old Testament in bed with an ex-Israeli soldier.

*slams head repeatedly in door*

I have to hand it to him...he's got a vivid imagination if nothing else. And in the grand tradition of self-fulfilling prophecies everywhere, HE'S GIVEN ME AN AWESOME IDEA FOR GETTING FIS INTO BED NOW HIS STUPID ASS IS GONE. Thanks, TIG. *two thumbs up* I'll be sure to give that a go at the first available opportunity.