I normally do not respond to requests to edit my pages. In this situation, however, I am dealing with a person of whom I am most fond. Thus I feel obligated to accede to his request.
The story that you are unable to read in your browser window is a complex one. It is about the seeking of thrills, joy and respect. It about the pain of rejection and betrayal. It is about taking the easy road of pleasantness instead of the hard road of obligation. It never really came through in the entries themselves, but it's also a tale of minor heartbreak. When you care about someone and see him doing something for which he is deeply ashamed but driven to do regardless, when you see classic self-denial and when you see the horrible changes, if you care, you cannot help but suffer. If you don't care, you aren't tolerant, you aren't loving. You are weak and you are selfish.
I am weak and I am selfish, but at least my horror was evident.