I have realised recently that I don't breathe right. I take tiny, bated breaths and wait for my brain to hurt from lack of oxygen before my instinctual survival programming kicks in and I take heavy and deep sighs to compensate. My chest's pressure goes down too low and it hurts. The cage will lose its structural integrity and collapse in on itself, crushing my poor heart in the process. And the blood will never stop flowing.
I heard you had a sense of humor, but it's not funny God, stop laughing.
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That is quite an interesting insight you have there, but that would be quite a sick sense of humor to watch someone border on killing themselves with every breath that they take, I don't believe it would be God's way. But it is slighty funny to someone who isn't God. Bric
Yeah, I don't really believe God would laugh at such a thing, it's more of a literary thing.
If He would laugh it would be at the situation I'm in and that would be that cosmic irony type of laughter, the kind that my Film Evaluation book describes as laughing when it hurts too much to cry (paraphrased).
I do the exact same thing. Haven't you noticed how much I 'sigh'? Sometimes, I think so much that I even forget to breathe.
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