Theatrical Muse - Topic 139
Do you tend to make friends easily? Why/why not?
Do I make friends easily? Are you serious? I killed one of them. There isn't much else I can say to that one. They showed up on our side of the island, and I didn't take their word for anything. Put them in the ground... same place I put Goodwin. Let's just say I wasn't voted team captain, I just took the title.
Okay, maybe we could go a little farther back to the days on the force, but even then? I don't think I could say I was Little Miss Friendly either. I was a cop. No room for any attachments, because all that could end up doing is making a choice later along the line that much harder.
Hell even Danny would say that I was too hard for my own good. That I needed to let people in. I probably should have let him in, in fact I know I should have. There was a pretty sizable chunk of time when I could have used a friend, or just someone I could actually trust with how I was feeling, with the loss that I was going through. I just didn't let anyone in.
Compartmentalize. They teach it to you on the force. Make it so that you can keep your personal life seperate from the things you see everyday. Take the rich crimson color away from all the blood that's spilled. Even after the seven months in therapy, I just did it to everything. I couldn't let anything touch me. Maybe it was still too raw, but I lied to myself... to my own mother and put myself back in there. I thought I needed it. I thought that it could make me whole again.
Nothing did though. Not even crashing on this island. I'm not making friends, or healing old wounds. I killed someone, and then I came here, and I did it again. I killed one of them, they don't want me as a friend.
Do I make friends easily? Are you serious? I killed one of them. There isn't much else I can say to that one. They showed up on our side of the island, and I didn't take their word for anything. Put them in the ground... same place I put Goodwin. Let's just say I wasn't voted team captain, I just took the title.
Okay, maybe we could go a little farther back to the days on the force, but even then? I don't think I could say I was Little Miss Friendly either. I was a cop. No room for any attachments, because all that could end up doing is making a choice later along the line that much harder.
Hell even Danny would say that I was too hard for my own good. That I needed to let people in. I probably should have let him in, in fact I know I should have. There was a pretty sizable chunk of time when I could have used a friend, or just someone I could actually trust with how I was feeling, with the loss that I was going through. I just didn't let anyone in.
Compartmentalize. They teach it to you on the force. Make it so that you can keep your personal life seperate from the things you see everyday. Take the rich crimson color away from all the blood that's spilled. Even after the seven months in therapy, I just did it to everything. I couldn't let anything touch me. Maybe it was still too raw, but I lied to myself... to my own mother and put myself back in there. I thought I needed it. I thought that it could make me whole again.
Nothing did though. Not even crashing on this island. I'm not making friends, or healing old wounds. I killed someone, and then I came here, and I did it again. I killed one of them, they don't want me as a friend.