Burns and Rambles

I have decided to never burn myself, or at least die trying not to.
That was probably an overstatement.

On another note, the Burn Journals reading is going great.
I love the way this guy writes. It seems very real. It gives me a clear visual of the mind.
But then, again, it WAS pretty real for Runyon, so there's that.

At some point during his stay at the duPont Institute, Brent states that "with cripples on the one side and the idiots on the other", he feels like the only person in the hospital that is a "normal person". Readers can continually see his self-centered-ness in various forms, many times simply implicit through the words and tone. Speaking of this, there was this part in the earlier pages of the book where Brent describes himself as "winning", when he hears about a girl Maggie, who also was a burn victim but in a somewhat worse condition (she eventually dies). His self-centered character can also be inferred from the fact that he did not care to think of what Craig's or his parents' actions would have been if Brent did, indeed kill himself. Little things. I don't blame him though; I'm probably just as self-centered. Maybe that's just how people are. Maybe it's just me. Just something to clear out of my mind.

Another thing to take out of my mind: there sure are a lot of people Brent describes as sexy. And a lot of people that he describes as gross. And just a lot of people in general.

Then, there's the ups and downs.
"It hurts, I'm purple, life sucks."
"At least I'm not dead."
"Damn, I shouldn't have burnt myself."
"These nurses are hot."
"There's stuff crawling inside me."
"I like ice cream."
"I'm so depressed."
"I'm glad my parents' are always there for me."
"I can't make them feel better."
"Fireworks. Woohoo."
"D*ckhead therapists."
...and repeat.

It seems pretty repetitive, but it's not. Every down is a new down and every up is a new up. Except hot nurses, maybe, because that seems to constantly pop up. I don't think I mind. I approve. (Or at least, I don't not approve.) For a good reason, no photos of nurses after this sentence. Sorry.

Now here's a quote from the book to end with so that we can keep the random tone throughout the post: "darkness is the abscence of light, but where does the light go when it's not here? And how do you know if it'll ever come back?"

That's just something deep to think about, but I won't overanalyze it.
Welcome to the lie.