it's not all sadness and self-destruction

mostly, it's fun, at least on the surface... the desperate neediness and confusion she brings is the challenge he's thrived on all through this life... he lives to help others, that is his greatest joy... giving of himself, giving everything he can with the hope that he can help someone improve themselves and their life... such a perfect mismatch, his love of giving continues enabling her neediness and avoidance of independence and her neediness enables his giving even when he has nothing left to give... he's been there before and ended up on the street with literally nothing but the clothes on his back... she's never actually left the womb in so many ways... just two broken incomplete unfinished works of art splashing on to canvas, lines blur, but it's not all sadness and self-destruction... just a whole lot of it... how can we not laugh, they wonder... for still, there's so much fun on the surface and so much love deep down (beyond the neediness) that, for better or worse, the sadness and self-destruction are hardly noticed much of the time... unless you're awake...