Little Weirds

I am a citizen of many dimensions, and now I slip between them easily. I never slip away from myself by simplifying myself. I can’t become smaller to fit into a crouching love in somebody else’s meager world.

I don’t do that anymore. I have calmed down. I have consolidated. I have come through the reckoning that I required.

Look! Look at this woman who is both the emergency and the relief.

It is hard to even describe what it’s like to have someone use your own revelation of suffering as a way to accuse you of being cruel.

In an effort to be helpful, I had revealed the terrible secret, and I guess it made the man feel so scared and defensive that all he could do was to appropriate my whole experience as his and then accuse me of starting the problem.

the man was already so strangely angry even though I was the one falling to pieces and everything he was saying was in favor of keeping himself together and also never changing.

“No, no, the problem is not you, it’s other worse men who do crimes and things like that,” even though it was him and it is probably all of us. All.

having to choose between bad and worse

he was demanding to be treated like a man who does know how to listen, while he was asking me to only listen to him

made all of the littler problems much harder to face.

the one the ghosts know not to spook.