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azurelunatic) wrote2003-07-26 02:02 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2003-07-26 02:02 pm
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More with the mind/bomb analogy
...From time to time it's necessary to excavate those old buried bombs in the mind.
Shawn crawled around with a lit match looking for the fuse. I don't know whether he planned to defuse them, or just light them off for fun, but doing it that way was really stupid. And he did it on his timetable, too.
Darkside packs along a flashlight; my dear Boy Scout. And it's a great big bonky flashlight (Just for you,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shywickedpixie...) and I can actually see things with it. And he holds it where I need light, and points out stuff I may have missed, and hands me the shovel so I can excavate, following the fuse to the bomb itself. In case I've forgotten, he hands me my body armor, and he's already wearing his.
Sometimes we can defuse it without detonating it. But, if we have to detonate it, he's brought the full bomb kit, including sandbags and fire extinguisher. And in the ear-ringing aftermath, he helps me to my feet and we dust each other off and make sure no one did really get too hurt, and then we patch up all the scrapes. Sometimes he has to clean and stitch a gash, and I feel really lousy about not having ducked fast enough, and really bad about having had the bomb there in the first place.
Figures that a good analogy for my mind is a minefield. But he helps me flag the ones we haven't taken care of yet.
Shawn crawled around with a lit match looking for the fuse. I don't know whether he planned to defuse them, or just light them off for fun, but doing it that way was really stupid. And he did it on his timetable, too.
Darkside packs along a flashlight; my dear Boy Scout. And it's a great big bonky flashlight (Just for you,
shywickedpixie...) and I can actually see things with it. And he holds it where I need light, and points out stuff I may have missed, and hands me the shovel so I can excavate, following the fuse to the bomb itself. In case I've forgotten, he hands me my body armor, and he's already wearing his. Sometimes we can defuse it without detonating it. But, if we have to detonate it, he's brought the full bomb kit, including sandbags and fire extinguisher. And in the ear-ringing aftermath, he helps me to my feet and we dust each other off and make sure no one did really get too hurt, and then we patch up all the scrapes. Sometimes he has to clean and stitch a gash, and I feel really lousy about not having ducked fast enough, and really bad about having had the bomb there in the first place.
Figures that a good analogy for my mind is a minefield. But he helps me flag the ones we haven't taken care of yet.