Some people have misconstrued my posts on “Care” as the meaning of human being as a “life’s burden” type of attitude. Nothing could be further from the truth for me, as Care is a joy to me and not a burden. Being concerned with things, whether important or trivial, keeps me interested and alive in a way that flat, flitting curiosity could never do. Concern for the people close to me makes all the stupidities and difficulties that life throws at me worthwhile.
The other day emmie’s therapist asked “when does Das get time to decompress in that situation” or something to that effect, my decompression is the very thing of seeing the results of my concern come to fruition in whatever way they do, whether as a piece of software working, a server up and running, or a lover satisfied, a wife content, and a slave happy.