So now I have people honouring me beautifully. It throws me
off balance because I really, really don’t see anything worth honouring. I mean
that. I do.
Being insulted is easier. Being insulted provides extra energy
to mobilise the defences and strike back. That’s a bit sad, isn’t it?
There are days when I’m none too keen on being me. I
remember Orphin Lasz once posting a picture of a baby wreathed in tears. It
carried the caption:
Will somebody please
kill me already.
It was meant as a joke. Yeah, right.
This is a temporary, if repetitive, glitch.
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