Game of Thrones

I ordered a sword on the advice of my therapist. Insane that you can get that shit on the internet. I was taking it out of the box and Max was right there. I accidentally hit him on the head. I'm clumsy. 

The good thing is he's scared of me now. And he should be. I have a sword. :)

I took him out for a walk today. A very nice man stopped to pet him and tell me what a beautiful dog I had. It happens all the time, my dog is beautiful.

Me: I know you. Are you a Jehovah's Witness?

Him: excitedly! Yes are you?

Me: Not anymore. 

He averted his eyes and stopped petting the dog. He turned the other way, as did I. 

I know now what my path is in life. I cannot even rely on regular human kindness from someone petting my dog. They will spend their time trying to recruit crack addicts, drug dealers, single moms, immigrants, anyone who might need them. Anyone who leaves though - we should have known better. We're the absolute bottom of the line. Our families will send us very polite emails when we need to know someone in the family is dying. It's robotic. 

And to my non-JW family out there - don't send me that email. I don't need to read it. I'm just fine considering. If you can't understand depression, I don't want to talk to you.