As Good as it Gets?
How many brain synapses does one person need? I've always joked for every new thought in something flys the coop. I know that's not how it actually works but there definitely times when it feels like there just no more space. I can't always explain this endless search for more information. Possibly some sort of acceptable self torture, some good old fashioned hang over of an Irish catholic upbringing, struggle before truth? I can whole heartedly say I do find comfort and reassurance in the looking. Maybe happiness might be the search. Even if it's a huge pile of books beside the bed threatening to collapse and smother me, I feel better knowing it's there even if I haven't yet cracked their spines and gotten to grips with their innards. In every moment of brow scrunching or frustration I flicker to that toppling pile and know somewhere in there is help. Some passionate person has allowed their over thinking to ink up a page for whenever I need it. Don't get...
