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.

Just underneath a civilized veneer, savage conqueror lives in my DNA
If you live in Hawaii and want to see my film on TV, public access is coming your way with it soon
Politicians sometimes lie even when they know they’ll be caught
A tax on folks who can’t do math? Winning may be worst possibility
Film’s tortured protagonist feels uncomfortably familiar to me
Evil media bias? It depends on which lens you’re looking through that day
Tribal hatreds around me mean detour on road to personal peace
When you can’t call one you love, silent phone just taunts your need
Why waste your one life on political scandal that won’t change anything?