Mendicant-B1as

Even as a little girl, I was a budding pessimist.  Everything was half empty - not just glasses, but people, too.  I remember loving Peter Pan as a little girl.  Not the Disney version, but the play with Mary Martin as Pan.  Every time Tink drank the poison, I felt my heart clench, first because I wanted to find someone who'd die to save me, and second because I knew she'd die.  I never clapped for Tink because I didn't believe that the little flashing light from the audience had a soul, that the little bells had a heart.  Whoever I watched the movie with clapped though, and I'd pret