My friend journeyto wrote today that LiveJournal makes her laugh. Though I enjoy the medium and my friends here, that hasn't been my experience lately. I've been getting overwhelmed at how many much scary and wrong stuff I have access to—more than I can bear. Yet I look, over and over, like a rubbernecker at a pileup. Sometimes I just want a set of blinders to make up for my own lack of self-control. And sometimes I wonder if, like me, my emotions are finite, and if they are, whether I'm doing my life and those in it a disservice by not spending more of them on flesh and blood. Even so, my friends here weigh heavily in the "pro" column; I just need to consider how to be more wise in where I venture beyond that.
Not that big of a deal at the end of the day. The world really is in good hands, and so am I.