tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741694378559880079.post2142001189216138981..comments2023-10-02T03:39:56.087-04:00Comments on shall I love you, said the swallow.: Without turning completely somberCasie Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01869380522564775162noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741694378559880079.post-12851324836305186542009-12-13T21:32:53.655-05:002009-12-13T21:32:53.655-05:00It's funny. I totally understand what Shields ...It's funny. I totally understand what Shields is saying in that passage, and yet I can't relate to it. Even when my own "issue" is ripping my guts apart and sending me to the hospital I've never felt that it was defining my existence.<br /><br />Might be because my mind has always trumped my body when it comes to defining my "self". Which is neither better nor worse, but I think it does insulate me a little from what I have to live with. And probably makes me a little more cavalier about it than I should be.<br /><br />On the other hand, if I were to come down with Alzheimer's or something that made the betrayer my brain instead of my flesh... well, not gonna go there. But if I have a biggest fear, that would be it.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05606049382116502173noreply@blogger.com