The Bad, the Ugly, and Everything Else That Comes From The Good.

A good thing happened to me yesterday. A thing that should have lightened my spirits, set me on a willing path to the greater good[of myself, naturally] and generally made me feel Good. Instead I feel Bad and Ugly. Its amazing how much baggage we carry that likes to spring open on the airport floor, showering the terminal with pink underwear and butt plugs.
I wish i could reformat my life. Get rid of all the viruses, worms and trojan horses, and put all the data back on. reformat my assumptions, wipe the slate cleen within myself. You can always move to a new town and start over, but inside your mind, you will never have the clean slate. You kill someone accidentally, and move out of the small town of 300, where the stigma kills you every time you look out your window, let alone walk out the door. You go to Chicago, and nobody knows this happened.

Except You.

I haven't accidentally killed anyone, but I do have some assumptions and knowledge based neuroses that i could do well without.

Im going to go try to enjoy the aftermath of the good thing.