gomez

let's start by saying this: i don't talk to quinne. i just creepy read her blog sometimes and like her hair. but her recent entry says that she dislikes people who mock depression.

which got me to thinking. i make jokes about the twitch in the side of my head being a tumor and my freckles being skin cancer. and my grandma died of pancreatic cancer while i sat in the next room and listened. it's not that it wasn't hard, it's not that i didn't care, i miss her everyday and wish she didn't have to die like that. i wouldn't wish that on anyone. but still, i say the twitch is cancer.

does it make me heartless or does it make me over eager to normalize? i was bulemic for about a year and i joke about that with people, same with abortion or child abuse or... baby eating. though, to be clear, i've never eaten baby. knowingly. i even tell my boyfriend i'll rape him in the ass if he leaves up the toilet seat. now, clearly i won't, but that was one of the single most fucked up moments in my life thus far, and still i laugh. am i the only one? because my friends make the jokes. my friends who go through the same things as everyone, they laugh too. and i'm wondering why. i'm also wondering if everyone has that ONE subject that's just off limits. you can joke about dead babies all day the moment it turns to laughing about war, you're gone. or vice versa. i know i have that subject. why do we only hold one or two things sacred? and do you?



your thoughts?