Indestructible
I've long preferred the company of people who've been through hell; who've experienced the worst-case-scenario. (Not the almost-worst-case-scenario, but the actual worst-case-scenario). I used to think this was because there was something in a wounded soul that made it seem smarter or more interesting to me and that, as such, my preference indicated something a little twisted in my personality. But today I realized that the people I am drawn to, the ones who have really walked through the fire, aren't wounded. Having been totally annihilated by life, they are on intimate terms with that part of themselves that cannot be destroyed. No fear, man.
posted by Contact... at 7:32 PM
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I think I know what you mean about the wounded. Something about enduring emotional/physical pain that changes how you look, talk, think. People who have suffered tend to recognize it in others. Gravitate to the ones with which you might relate.
But the walking wounded frighten me, too, and make my heart cringe, knowing what comes next.
When you've hurt so much nothing can break any further, you might lose fear of that pain, but I know one person who also lost himself in mix.
Too much being outcast as the loser, the drug addict, the teenage male prostitute. It's like his whole life has been defined by being tossed aside and passed around.
Maybe those who suffer gain a boldness, and a razor sharp insight. But the loss of fear seems to be a side effect of the loss of hope.
I'm not saying this is true of all people, it's just ringing true with my own experiences. Some people go through a lot and come out feeling perfectly fine. Some may seem perfectly fine, but the soul inside is drifting, lost.
I wish I could take away everything they did to you, my love. I am sorry.
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