Sometime around and after New Year’s I decided I must substantially increase my goodness quotient. The need for this? Well, self-love. Infact, I was doing a splendid job of considering myself fucking awesome cool whoa whoa whoa, when quite characteristically, I decided to push the limits.
I have always held that basic decency (whats that?) aside, goodness can’t be stuffily imposed, esp. at a grand scale on others. But on me?
I have always held that basic decency (whats that?) aside, goodness can’t be stuffily imposed, esp. at a grand scale on others. But on me?
Hmm, I thought. Hmm.
What exercises such thought entailed, I will not elaborate1. But what a grave error.
I became a hard, restrained, imploding non-human; Jane Eyre to be approximate. I noticed the evil, excited, black glint/lustre fade from my eyes. Nay, I said to myself, nay! Let me be a spunky bitch!
And so I am a little zonked out, but much unchanged.
1 because there were none, I just thought about if for three days and got very worked up.
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