I’ve been hurt — very badly — by someone I’ve loved. You’ve been hurt, too.
And since we know how badly broken trust feels, why is it that we choose to love again? Why do we choose to trust someone again? Once we’ve lived long enough to know what hurt feels like — and to know that someone else might very well leave us hurting once again — why do we trust?
I’ve been asking myself this question tonight. I don’t really like the answers I’m coming up with — but I don’t know another way to live.

Existential crisis makes me ask: Can I ever trust you to love me?
Arming teachers for safety likely to create gang that can’t shoot straight
Capitol rioters weren’t SS troops, just woeful losers living a fantasy
Could ‘free cities’ — existing inside more restrictive states — be a first step toward freedom?
I wanted to be Capt. James Kirk; have I become Ignatius J. Reilly?
You have to do your own thing, even when crowds don’t ‘get it’
These aren’t revolutionaries; they’re nothing but thugs and looters