The absolute worst are the child molesters. I am not even going to pretend to tolerate them.

Then comes the gang-bangers and conduct-disorder kids, whom I don’t dislike but I’m frustrated by. The bipolar and anxiety disorder suffers with psychotic (read: paranoid) features. Strangely enough, the addicts and delusional schizophrenics never bother me much.

I got to take the kids to SantaLand yesterday, an area of West Texas that actually doesn’t look like West Texas and includes hot chocolate, Christmas carols, copious amounts of lights, and trees. I took pictures of a couple of them a few years ago. They’re still there and I still think they’re beautiful.

18 Year Old Conduct-Disorder Major Depressive Sexual Abuse of a Child (victim) agreed. Her options are to go to a correctional facility or remain in treatment past the age of 18. I guess hot chocolate and trees seems a better choice than The Yard and razor-wire fences. She’s tall and slender and could easily pass for twenty-one. She wore my favorite coat because the social worker wasn’t used to stocking things in adult size and she didn’t own one of her own. She told me thank you and I think she actually meant it. I’m about 90% sure and that’s enough for me.

Some guy gave us $20 because the therapist’s camera broke and we ended up spending the candy/drink money on $5-a-shot pictures with Santa. He saw us scrounging around in our pockets for spare change and approached. Our cover story was that we were a “homebound school group” or “church group”. Both are true in some aspects. Some are cynical of the giving nature of people around the Christmas season but I’m not. It actually surprises me that I’m not. Maybe I’m becoming more forgiving or maybe I’m just getting naive. Maybe the cold weather affects my sense of judgment. I’m not cynical though and for the first time in a while, it’s not an effort to not be.

I love kids.

My life is categorized as unusual, sometimes, but I don’t think it’s strange until I tell others about it. This is normal. This is something that genuinely makes me happy.

After a three month break from WoW, I come back to an hour long patch, a respeced sword rogue, and a possible dagger-mutilate build. Sigh.

I guess I can’t always be happy.