I made a promise, a covenant, and I am trying to keep it. Sincerity is expensive these days, and consequential. Unfortunately the lack of sincerity of another doesn't nullify your own promises.
Some day I'll be able to think, sans emotional rollercoaster, 'I learned something from that', and think nothing more. Till then, I need to keep my upchuck in and brace myself against the lurches of this awful ride. The accents haunting the ride, the ghosts jumping out at you from hidden corners waiting to give you a cheap scare, are supposed to be amusing. Only to the weak of heart, or the beaten, do they illicit a genuine scream. These goons, the evil pseudo-sister in laws and best friends of the world, feed off the broken pride of others. It is only when your pride and confidence refuses to be shaken that the power of these monsters seeps away- their flickering hologram alternating between dejected bursts of light and darkness.
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