Headlines.
There are plenty of depressing, world shattering headlines. I've read quite a few of them over my breakfast, the icy stab of panic at what that news might mean to me and mine. I think anybody who gives the newspapers half a glance is scared by what they see every now and then.
But there are others that are less heart-stopping. Sometimes there really is good news in the papers, even if others might not see it that way.
Like the news that the Benefactoress Candra had been killed by the mutant menace. Of course, they simply called her Candra, but the picture they ran along side it in the Culture section was definitely her. Apparently she decided to take on the X-men and died. Stupid woman.
I don't think I've laughed so hard in my life. A new age of freedom began then. And it lasted all of three weeks before everything went pear shaped. But that's alright too, in a way. The Guilds were Candra's creations, and I was old enough to know that there was life outside of them.
It's been a couple years since then, and I've watched more headlines come and go. Horrible, terrible things that still, on occasion, make me weep. But now I enjoy them in a home I chose and maintain, in a place that I decided I wanted to live in, before heading to my normal 9-5 job. It's not glamorous, and certainly not something I'd have thought I wanted. But after all those years, I think that this is the happiest I've ever been.
But there are others that are less heart-stopping. Sometimes there really is good news in the papers, even if others might not see it that way.
Like the news that the Benefactoress Candra had been killed by the mutant menace. Of course, they simply called her Candra, but the picture they ran along side it in the Culture section was definitely her. Apparently she decided to take on the X-men and died. Stupid woman.
I don't think I've laughed so hard in my life. A new age of freedom began then. And it lasted all of three weeks before everything went pear shaped. But that's alright too, in a way. The Guilds were Candra's creations, and I was old enough to know that there was life outside of them.
It's been a couple years since then, and I've watched more headlines come and go. Horrible, terrible things that still, on occasion, make me weep. But now I enjoy them in a home I chose and maintain, in a place that I decided I wanted to live in, before heading to my normal 9-5 job. It's not glamorous, and certainly not something I'd have thought I wanted. But after all those years, I think that this is the happiest I've ever been.