[Shawnee123]

Very nicely said jim.

I can't possibly know what's in Bri's head. I can say I have met, once or twice, the feelings that rise up when the place you do count on for so many things that perhaps we are not getting in real life starts to feel like a hostile place. Even though it is not, it feels that way, and that hurts so much that you have to run...much like a cornered critter.

You (not you you, you as in some of us you, as in me anyway) acquiesce, you smart back, you make jokes, you argue, you grin, you learn, you cry, you feel...and sometimes when it gets to feel like just too much, when you've let your walls down way more than you ever thought you'd dare, and you sense danger, you run. You run through the thickest brush and don't care about the cuts you get on the way out because you just have to get away. In fact, if you escape without injury, whether self or other-inflicted...you just come back the next day. You might laugh at your own behavior. But when you're injured...you self preserve. You come out of that corner you felt driven into fighting, as if all the power you have left is dedicated to that one last chance at survival.


At least, I think I understand her in that way...though I don't dare to pretend I could really understand anyone beyond myself. And that is even iffy.