Lines in the Sand
I make it a point not to post twice in one day.
That’s why I created another blog that I didn’t tell anyone about, other than linking to it in my blogroll anonymously, just to write in when I felt like saying two things in one day.
I’m watching House right now. I really really like House.
I’m really screwy right now.
I really feel like going into the hallway and screaming at the person who’s beating on someone’s door down the way.
“Lines in the Sand” is the episode with the severely autistic boy. I haven’t seen the entire thing yet. I can’t tell you how it turns out. I almost didn’t watch it, because I was afraid.
I was afraid that I’d watch it and see the same old crap that I have to read about online by parents and the public who just don’t give a damn about . . .
God I hate being diplomatic.
I could continue that sentence with “the truth.” But that’s not the issue. Those parents see the truth, but they don’t, but that’s a stereotype and
THAT’S THE WHOLE FUCKING PROBLEM.
And I just figured out that the sound of the beating down the hall was actually the girl in the room beside me. I don’t know what she was doing. I don’t give a damn.
I’m not the confrontational type.
I don’t confront. I ignore. I hide. I put earplugs in. Occasionally I shower. Or I take a walk. I drink on occasion. Mostly, I go to sleep. I don’t tell people when they’re pissing me off.
I just went down the hall, knocked on a door (big), talked to a girl I didn’t know (bigger) and told her that I didn’t care what the hell she was doing to make the sound she was making (even bigger). I told her that I didn’t care if she did that any other time of the day, like oh 3 am when no one gives a damn or 7 am when everyone is out (like unconscious) (even bigger than that), as long as she didn’t do it right then at this moment in time, because I’m in a freaky place right now . . .
AND I JUST CAN’T HANDLE IT RIGHT NOW.
Do you understand me?
I turned and went back to my room.
“Lines in the Sand”
Cameron: Is it so wrong for them to want to have a normal child? It’s normal to want to be normal.
House: Spoken like a true circle queen. See, skinny socially privileged white people get to draw this neat little circle, and everyone inside the circle is normal, anyone outside the circle should be beaten, broken and reset so they can be brought into the circle. Failing that, they should be institutionalized or worse, pitied.