How I wish I could just walk away. Be one of those people who sees someone they know engaged in a brawl and feel they can just turn and just walk off in the other direction. "It's not my battle", they mentally shrug. I am not one of those people. Regardless of what little I could have done to prevent something bad from happening, I feel guilty anyway for leaving those who can't leave like I can and are forced to face what I can easily avoid. Just open the door and walk out, a little voice whispers. It sounds like an angel of mercy. And then I almost listen to him. Almost.

This is probably not making much sense. Let's just say that a storm is a-brewin', has been brewing all my life, and one way or the other, it's going to all come to a head and resolve itself soon. And I have to be there to witness the carnage and delude myself into thinking I can stop a hurricane with my puny arms. But hell, that won't stop me from trying anyway. Here's to stupid, stupid, stupid, suicidal idiots with superhero complexes!