ratbastard contacts me every once in a while, to mainly talk nice stuff and tell me how shocked he is that someone like me, a younger gay man from this century who does not believe most of what comes out of his older conservative yap, can still be friends with him and talk nice stuff back to him all the time. humans can be capable of such things, and i find it cute that other humans can be shocked by such actions. but here we are.
i think he has gone off the deep end now. his medical problems weigh heavy on his soul and heavy they are. his mouth emotes the anger from which he is forced to deal with such things on a everyday basis, into created, ham handed bullshit that he throws out to anyone who will listen. people in pain sometimes have a bad habit of bringing others into their worlds of shit, while others say nothing and shun all light of it out from anyone who could see to help.
i offer any hopes of help from my outstretched arm, my hands grip yours in the comfort that you are not alone. i do not hate you, ratbastard. i love you. you are nothing more or nothing less, than anybody else i have sincere emotion toward. be well, my friend. stay strong, my friend. love is stronger than depression, my friend.
