Let it matter.

"They amputated his head?" I have to ask, and the moment it leaves my frickin lips I realize that is obviously NOT what he said, unless he is a retarded person who can't speak English, and he just gapes at me with this mock horrified expression and then goes, "Bobby, oh my God, where did you get this girl? LEG, mija, they amputated his LEG."

Which is horrible, I realize once what he is saying registers in my brain, this is a really tragic fucking story. So this guy works at the zoo spraying around inside the monkey cage with a big fuckin water hose to clean shit and piss offa the rocks and stuff and one day outta fuckin nowhere all the monkeys go fuckin PSYCHO and ATTACK him and they bite him so bad he has to AMPUTATE a fuckin LEG.

See, what I like though is he's got fuckin stories to tell and a way of tellin em but also an EMOTIONAL way of relating about everything so we can really get into the heart of whatever we talk about. Every time I see him I feel happy to have him around just because he's such an awesome person to me, because really there is nothing like a person with some good fucking conversation skills.

I like that I have a good handful of people in my life who I always know I am CLOSE to, that we can just be open and intimate about anything in the world.

I want to live life like a flower with her petals open just basking in the sun. That sounds kind of corny maybe but I mean it.

"Look at the world.
Look at the world in all its grandeur and all its horror.

Let it matter."

~Lucy McCormnick Calkins