Ambivalent experiences

The thought which pushed me to start a web log. 

People tend to go through especially pleasant times, akin to intoxicated outdoor celebrations which populate the summer (large birthdays especially), where looking back you cannot connect a single unpleasantry to that memory. When something as valuable as a perfect experience becomes sullied by a horrible realisation, turmoil follows. It's a heavy form of loss, something to which humans are weak.

This reminiscence becomes now a permanent reminder of a mortal condition—humans, for the extent of their life, won't have the opportunity to rest from disappointment in their kin, they will suffer from the apathy of the rest. Even their own individual ignorance and complicity will they struggle to curb. It is far simpler to maintain the crooked disposition of the many, than to fight to correct it; the path of least resistance is so sickeningly desirable. What we are left with are everyday experiences to which most people wouldn't pay a second thought, but which still excite perplexion in the heads of few.

What might an experience of this kind be? It's the gentle caressing of a kitten at a birthday party... Though contrasting with the typical case, here we would not record this as a positive experience. Take note that an "ambivalent experience" isn't isolated to me or to this example by any means, but concerning myself I would call this instance the most personally striking.

It's the gentle caressing of a kitten amid a row of dismembered limbs.