"it's for your own good."

have you ever gotten the tentative feeling of the tendril of emotion creeping up on you, only to startle you and to have you smack it with a cheese grater (or something sharp)?

have you ever suddenly felt tearful, to ask that someone not say the things he says, or do the things he does, because it makes you want to take that tendril and hold it?

were you ever regretful, that you're 'not looking'?


well, i am.