07.08.10 - Damon against H8

[Damon Thorne]

[ author's note :: all of Damon's journal entries are written in the font Sunshine in my Soul, so if they look large and obnoxious, you should download the font to get the full effect. ]

I can be such an idiot sometimes. No, seriously. I see some random kid wandering off into the woods, followed closely by a wall-o'-meant jock type, and what do I do? Rather than wait for events to unfold according to their natural order, I chase after the two and save the kid from a merciless beating.

I know, I know. That makes me some kind of saint for helping the meek and undefended. Big whoop. My point here is, I wasted minutes of time I could've spent napping or brooding or soaking up nature to help some kid who would've been better off learning to take his own beatings.

Not sure why I'm writing this in a leatherbound journal that I plan on keeping to show to my... oh, right. I don't have kids, anyway. And Mar -- she's... never... going to have any. So why do I keep this damn thing? There's no point in writing to people who are dead or never going to exist.

Hm. I suppose it's better than putting myself through therapy. Okay Damon... relieve that stress. Let it all out.

So. The kid I saved has a stuttering problem. And he tried to guilt me into protecting him some more. It didn't work, of course... I've been told I'm rather heartless. Like I give two shits if I am. Anyway, it reminded me of the quote, "Give a man a fish, and he'll eat for a day. Teach a man to fish, and he'll eat for a lifetime." Or something like that. I'm pretty sure I fucked that up somewhere.

The quote gave me an idea. If I teach the kid to fight, he'll be set for the rest of his life. Now all I need is one good reason why I should help him in the first place. I suppose that's it for today.

Cordially,
Damon A. Thorne