sometimes i wonder if people look at my life as they do a car crash – they can’t look away, or maybe they can like the shelter animals. It must be difficult for decent people to watch at times. I wonder if they have the ability to put themselves in my shoes…think about what they would or wouldn’t do to survive. Clearly some do not have that ability. They are blinded by class or blood or whatever. I try to stay away from people like that, but sometimes there is no way to escape them. I miss seeing the good in the world. I am going to the the zoo when it is cooler…as long as you can pay when you get there and don’t have to accept some bs terms & conditions for the millionth time. It is where I feel more at home. The animals and I have something in common even though my bars aren’t visible.