So are these unreasonable expectations? Or are they aspects of self-care and wellbeing that any half healthy mind might just chew through?
It looks simple on paper I know. Maths so easy it’s hard to get wrong. But uphill’s so much tougher than down when it’s steep and I’m more scared of slipping than heights.
Maybe there’s a good time and place to fuck up, I was lucky to fuck up there and then. But there’s no luck in finding a good time to talk. Lesson learnt: Always open up sooner.
“So let’s just give the fuck its banana. We may as well acknowledge its presence. And who knows we might even get on…”
“The point of all this is not to rinse laundry. Or to raise any woe-is-me sympathies. The point of all this is to show that it’s easy, too easy, to connect all bad dots and get blinded….”
“Plasticine sofas once padded and smooth grow limbs like The Thing and turn ugly. From comfort to crutch to constraint, it’s a frightening and fearless transition…”
…For three minuets I knew someone intimately, for three minutes I was someone else…