It's Funny Cause It's....

[teratologist]

Many years ago, with one of my high school boyfriends, I had an in-joke. It was a pretty you had to be there sort of thing. It revolved around, if we ever had a kid, and the kid ever became a born-again Christian, the techniques we would use to dispose of this kid's said body after killing him. Yeah, amazingly, I have not always been the shining

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[q_spade]

Oh my goodness, you wrote this before we met up this weekend. I hadn't read it when I told you the bad news about my friend from SF.

...a slow painful erosion of everything that makes life precious, chronic humiliations, unceasing physical grind and weariness, and the constant expectation to be unselfish, carving out your various important parts at moments when you're weak and can't fight and throwing them back to distract the wolves in a series of compromises that end with your enemy gloating over you anyway, claiming you love him after all because in the end you stumbled and fell. Combined with that little soupcon of irrational self-doubt that maybe you were being selfish, maybe you do need to give up more and more to pass for human, until the moment when you've given up too much and can never get back what was actually human about you in the first place.

YES, YES, YES. Agreed to the Nth degree.