Cogs can think.

I’m not the kind of guy to hold a grudge. I just can’t do it. The situation with my brothers kind of forced me to swallow a whole lot of crap for 15 years on end simply because else I would’ve ended up as the biggest piece of grudge in human history (visible from outer space), and as such, I’m a professional grudge swallower (here’s to hoping grudge isn’t a synonym for that other thing). Grudges just don’t feel right, and they make me feel queasy every now and then. I kind of like to see myself as someone who stands above silly grudges and feelings of anger and hate. Of course, I get pissed off and angry all the time, but never for long.

So, what to do with this? I just don’t know. I’m not really angry anymore, you know. It still don’t feel right, and it surely never will, but truly angry? No. I’m just not angry about it anymore. In fact, her and I had such a great time before it all happened, and now, I… I kind of miss all that. It’s crazy, I know, but that’s just how I feel.

I can be an intricate person. When I choose to. It might be time to choose not to be intricate.