uncomfortableGenre: Gen (but if you put on your slash goggles & squinch your eyes really, really hard, maybe....but, it's safe for those who do not own such goggles)
I enjoy explosions.
To clarify, I enjoy the challenge of calculating the correct kind and amount of explosive along with the proper placement of the explosives to yield the desired results in the desired time frame.
I like the “boom”, too, if truth be told.
I suppose, if one were to attempt psychoanalysis of one’s predilection for causing explosions, it might go back to being a small child in the middle of a war zone. Perhaps it was a method of creating the illusion of being in control when none was possible.
At any rate, again, I enjoy explosions…which makes my equal fondness for silence possibly puzzling for some.
As much as the creation of planned destruction satisfies me, I find the same satisfaction in being in the same room with my partner, both of us reading silently, with no sound but the soft sliding of pages. Napoleon and I sometimes spend an entire evening in silence, together. Separate in our pursuit of either knowledge or entertainment, but together in our souls. gen
Explosions. Silence. Napoleon. Balm to a still-frightened child. Strength to the adult.
