Carry On

Hello.  Would you mind waiting in the lobby while I slit my wrists?  OK.  I’ll be down shortly, if I don’t bleed out first.  No, it’s nothing you said.  It’s more what you and people like you do. You and the entire remainder of the human race can take responsibility, but I rather doubt you’ll accept the blame.  I don’t mean to be offensive, but you don’t get it, do you?  You don’t understand that your self-centered, bigoted, unfeeling, loathsome beliefs are responsible for the blood on the wall, do you?

Carry on.  As if nothing happened. And as if nothing mattered.  You know, business as usual.  Business. As. Usual. 

And so you carried on. And they carried on.  And everyone else carried on.  And there was blood on the wall, but no one accepted that it was their blood, or your blood, or my blood.  No one admitted to supplying the razors.  No one admitted to providing the instructional videos.  Why should they?  It would only complicate an impossibly difficult situation.

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"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes
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