It's another heavy, medical one tonight guys.  Consider yourselves warned of triggers, lol

It's hard, watching people die.

 

Since when does being 'right' mean I have to be mean?

Since when does being 'right' mean I have to belittle, denigrate, and talk down to others?

Since when does being 'right' mean it's my 'responsibility' to call names, put-down, and hurt others?

I'm tired of everything being so frickin' hard
Of having my own expectations and goals, and consistently falling short, usually through my own choices

During one of my interviews for medical school - not HCOM, a different one - they asked "If you could be anything, what would you be?" Being the naive individual that I was, I answered with the first thing that came into my head: "A Jedi, so I could have a lightsaber."  It sounds cute, pop-culture-y.  Childish, even.  But that answer had more depth than I consciously realized.