I'm really a giant pussy.
I hate to admit it and maybe it's because I'm a New Yorker at heart or because I just can't stand to hear people whine, but I'm a huge wuss. I can't stomach blood, gratuitous violence or even hardcore drug use. It all makes me hide my eyes and cringe. Last night I started watching "The Wire" after hearing countless accusations that it may top "The West Wing" as the greatest show written for television. I'm not ready to throw down with that argument since I'm only a couple of episodes in. I did notice however, that the shots of heroin use had me flinching and averting my eyes. This is an HBO series so I'm sure it's no "Trainspotting" or "Requiem for a Dream" but it reminded me of how stupidly sensitive I am to that stuff. Why am I this way? I honestly have no idea. I'm not overly girly in real life. I have no problems getting my hands dirty...in fact I like it a lot of the times. But for some reason I just can't handle seeing pain on other people, real or fictional. I wish a had a stronger stomach to go with my steel exterior. He,he...
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