Being a cynical S.O.B. is a wild ride. You’re so used to being a loner, living in your own world and suddenly another of your kind becomes a partner in crime. Your defense shields waver and you’re suddenly punch drunk with existence. I welcome said person into my abyss and they gladly sit, giving of their own accord, and asking not to change, but to grow together as sperate entities, but united in their care and decency to each other. Tell me how fucking cool is that. I think that one German philosopher dude said it best…
“They call you heartless; but you have a heart and I love you for being ashamed to show it.”
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