It's all been said before. Only not in a format that translates. Pointless until you found a Babelfish. A brain friend. Someone who gets something you know no one in the room will get. It pisses other people off. Some so bad they can be dangerous...take my wife..please...
Like a young couple, boy boy or girl girl or girl boy who are obnoxiously in love. Some people (most) will go "awww...sweet". But there is an inevitable backlash of negative reaction to happiness flaunted. (even inadvertantly)
It reacts at several levels :
[I'm stuck at several levels because I realize I'm writing both in sending a message to you and in writing for publication. Like Go Ask Alice... not a real diary---how could it be with anononimoty? (When you can spell anonimoty and pronounce it, you graduate)
My fridge nicely making ice. I think about how I will never have money to replace fridge I hope it doesn't stop never mind how it looks well I do mind and will Kelly be running into my living room on a daily basis??
This is Almost Anonymous. For those with the desire to have the desire to stop. For those who cheat now and then. Not like OA you wear your relapse LOL.
OA worked and then the Christmas Party and I never went back. I just remembered that. And it was right before a Christmas Party where I decided to split.
When you're writing a memoir, it's sort of like writing your fourth step; this process is totally weird. It's not my 4th step but I can't completely separate the emotions.]
The more jaded will mutter, "get a room."
I'm several people trying to write at once. This is what happens.
I have a sense writing about how my brain can hold different realities scenarios playing at once might be more interesting than any fiction I come up with.
If I do it in a honeycatcher or honeybeaver way. okay.
I can go back and fill in where it seems to fly off it is actually connected, but only I can see it. I used to solve math problems that way too. I'd have to go back and explain to the teacher how I got to the answer, which was always correct but never by the usual route.
NO fucking wonder I have trouble making friends. How could anyone know what the hell I'm ever talking about? I mean, I got better as I got older but still I get those blank stares like, did you just speak Outer Mongolian? sigh
The reason, I recall was to say I was ptsd flashbacking to a friendship that ruined our marriage in the stupidest way. That my spouse could so overreact to someone coming in to take away his control of me. Like a Stepford husband
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