stormsinger

So... Five nights, four fights, one guy tossed.

I love my job.

I told my brother yesterday what it is that I'm doing. He just kinda stared at me for a while. Then he said that it explained everything. Filled in all the missing holes in the stories I'd told him. He sat there quiet for a little while so I asked him what he was thinking. I was expecting him to tell me how much he disapproved. See... we were raised religious. All three of us siblings have walked a different path since we moved away from home, though. To varying degrees. I've always appeared closer while being farther away. He seems to be the closest in of us, though. The most stable.

He just kinda shook his head when I asked, though. Said that I had to walk my own road. To pick my own battles. That he had nothing against that kind of a place, but he wouldn't likely be coming by. He also said that he won't tell mom and dad. Which is a relief. 'cause I'd get disowned. Which would be their narrow-minded loss. But still, it'd hurt.

Which brings me to my next point... Is this worth it? Is the enjoyment I'm getting and the sense of fulfillment that protecting the girls brings worth the possibility of alienating my family? I suppose it's something I'm going to have to weigh out. My friends don't care. In fact, most of them find it really cool. But they're not family. There's a difference.