I'm sure most people think of home as a kind of sanctuary.  Likely even the house one grew up in and had all their wonderful memories focused around, however, I am not one of those people.

Home, to me, is any place in which I can sit with my chin on my knees and not be buggered about senseless things.  Unfortunately, this is not with my family, but all the same, "going home" becomes much easier.

The most inspiring thing about the world is that even in the worst of times, someone can always laugh.  Laughter inspires so much from art to heart and everything in between.  A man's mother had terminal cancer and after several months in the hospital, she died, then, a month later, his father dropped dead of a heart attack, this man stood at his father's funeral with tears in his eyes, but still jested, "Well, I guess now I can sing along when I see Annie."

Things like that are often mistaken for callousness, but I believe it is incredibly important to never lose yourself in an event.  Even in the worst of times, there is something that can be laughed about.

Laughing is living,
Centri

Emotions are an odd thing: everyone has them, but everyone practices them differently.  I am a seemingly very callous person, but this is only because I must logically rationalize before acting.  Some of the closest people to me envy this; more of them simply cannot understand it.

I do not believe that expressing yourself by crying, whispering, hugging, or whatever you wish to do shows weakness.  Not at all.  However when I see it in myself, it puts me in a position I am not ready to face, thus I attempt to avoid it as much as possible.  Whenever something sad happens, rather than crying, I poke through the entire situation and continue to break it down until I find some little inkling of humor in the situation, then I break everything else down around that.

The only plus side to my approach to emotion is that I have very little stress issues.  When I can logically state the facts of an issue, it is easier for me to mentally process it and then let it go.  Often when I tell stories about myself it is in third person, and this is for the same reason; it is easier to state facts than to say "and I" or "to me".

I do not often express strong emotions.  Usually my emotional expressions are minimal and I always try to pull humor into whatever else it may be.  This is no claim to betterment, simply what I do.

Laughing herself to death,
Centri

I fell off the edge of the Earth today
And down I went, past the grim and the grey.
I dropped through the color spectrum--black, white,
And reality gone; the world began.
Kaleidoscopic simplicity shone
A sepian lifetime, wordless memoirs;
How quickly it seemed to all pass me by.
Then I asked, "Where am I? Why did I fall?"
And was answered in earnest, "You did not."
A voice out of nowhere?  Perhaps my mind
Jests, for surely Israfel has a form.
"You jumped," the voice accused, "you've will to die."
"No," I recalled, "I had to get away.
Flying is freedom, and free I must stay."