Ready to make nice?

What I bought this morning:

Forgive, sounds good
Forget, I’m not sure I could
They say time heals everything
But I’m still waiting
....
I know you said
Can’t you just get over it
It turned my whole world around
And I kind of like it
....
I’m not ready to make nice
I’m not ready to back down
I’m still mad as hell and
I don’t have time to go round and round and round
It’s too late to make it right
I probably wouldn’t if I could
‘Cause I’m mad as hell
Can’t bring myself to do what it is you think I should

Yesterday was strange. I got some really good news at the beginning of the day, but by about noon the good news had percolated through my brain and collected into a brew of memories and emotions I didn't know I still had.

Some issues never go away completely, I guess. Usually I accept that as one of those immutable facts of life, but sometimes it makes me extraordinarily depressed.

The city of Seattle has made an effort to make bus stops visually stimulating.



Various artists and community groups have attempted to create works of art on many of the bus shelters around the city.



My favorites--and frequently the most hilariously surreal--are the ones created by earnest groups of students.



A bus stop near where I work is one of these; children at a local school painted bright scenes from Greek mythology all over it.



Stylized images of Greek gods, goddesses, heroes, and villains entertain passengers as they wait for the bus.



But what's this? Someone has scrawled angry graffiti across the large back panel. What critique of the students' artwork do we find?



"Paint over this," the anonymous defacer demands. "Too violent for the children."



Gasp! They're right! I just can't understand why these children artists can't bring themselves to think of the children viewers. These children are corrupting the children! Won't any of the children please, for God's sake, think of the children? It's all so very upsetting. I think I'm going to have to go lie down for a bit.