I remember a friend expressing how pleasureful it was to get her gas tank filled, years later, by one of the total jerk bullies from high school. My mind never worked that way, I never felt pleasure in revenge and such, but I get the sentiment.
T.S. Eliot is one of the brilliant people who expressed a lot of strong opinions. I often found I didn’t agree with them, but there was no denying their intelligence, clarity, and beauty.
I thought that might be a poetic way to start pulling Jay from his faith, which I knew I eventually intended.
I think I was in the mood to draw some unusual angles (also in tomorrow’s strip), but this one actually I think fits in with the topic.
Oh, and I have had that thoughts. But thankfully not seriously.
I think it’s difficult, especially in your teens and early twenties, to realize that the rest of the world isn’t going through what you’re going through. I think it’s RELATED to narcissism, but is actually more a product of emotions being so new and intense.
That’s “West Cemetery” in Amherst, btw, where Emily Dickenson was buried.
It was in high school that I first discovered how cutting ones hair can give one a feeling of new start, of new identity.
Ah, if Jay only knew that others were discussing him and his faith in such a way.
Scratch that, he probably well suspects it. He’s friends with Bruno after all.