081413 #worm Him, bless him, senses Me's deteriorating psychic equilibrium, and offers in mediation a chunk of his own heart: instead of getting testy in return, he takes a deep breath. Have you ever tried that? Ever been in a rapidly decomposing conversation with someone you both love and hate (ha! to specify that dichotomy is probably redundant!), and decided to swallow the rock that comes up in your maw when you know they're in the wrong; you're the persecuted one; why do you always have to put up with all this shit; and for an instant all you want in the whole world is to say, loud and pointedly, Fuck. This. But instead, you just take that dramatic but genuine deep breath, lean back, relax your tired bones (lord knows, we're all tired), and say, Hey. Okay. Let's just take a little break. Let's just sit here and maybe have a smoke, if we smoke, or maybe I'll rub your shoulders a little bit, or we could have some tea, or a margarita if the wind tickles us that way, and let's just sit here and relax a minute.