I offered him the bottle, but he pushed it away with a tattooed hand. “Nah man, I got demons to slay.”
He reached in his jacket and took out a cigarette. A lighter appeared in his hand like a magic trick and he lit up, a plume of smoke on the exhale.
“I thought you were slaying demons?” I asked.
He laughed - a rasping smoker’s laugh that caught in his throat. “Well, better the demon you know.”
Or your going to psychotherapy
I like my demon… Now just need to find myself a badger.
It sounds like you used to sit alone at lunch in high school.
Partially accurate, my man! Spent my lunch in the library, reading and thinking. But I got pulled across the country as a freshman to a new high-school (my parents did an ugly custody battle), and it took a lot of patience/endurance for me to cope. It all worked out at the end of the day… but hot damn, high-school was indeed a social challenge. I left after graduation and never went back to living under someone else. It was a hell of alotta growing pains my friend
And now my family is (mostly) mended, my parents are friends, and I’ve built my own life outside of that prior bullshit. Life’s wild, but yes… I often sat alone even when I didn’t want to. I think it helped me grow to be kinder
I honestly really appreciated this heartfelt story my guy. I’m glad things worked out for you.
I’m glad you could appreciate it! and thank you for hearing me. Sometimes “honest questions get honest answers”. Didn’t think I was gonna belt out my personal hardships, because of a shower thought… but here we are I guess. Thanks again for listening though, that shit helps people more than you’ll ever see
If we’re trauma bonding over here, count me in. Similar tale.
Btw, what’s your similar trauma (if you feel ok to divulge)? Sometimes explaining it helps, and I’m here to hear you if it matters for ya. If it’s too much/heavy though, I still appreciate your understanding of it all <3
Divorced parents/nasty custody battle/switching school/lunching alone, for a time. It was a long time ago, and I’ve worked through it, for the most part. My original parents never did, I think, but moved on, nonetheless. I used to feel sad for them but the more I age, the more I realize it’s probably for the best. Can’t mend together what we refuse to face, individually.
Well damn… I really appreciate the openness. I wish you could’ve had a bit of the same outcome as myself, but I’m proud of you for not letting that shit define you. That there, takes some true strength. Much respect friend
I’ve found that some things can’t be mended, no matter how much you try to fix it. But learning how to accept that notion, is hard… my goal has been to be kinder than what I was taught
I truly hope you give something to someone else; that makes a difference you may never see. And I suspect you already have
I found out my abusive father wasn’t even my father when i was a sophmore. I was always treated as a black sheep by the “family” and didn’t know why until that moment. What she didn’t tell me was she was leaving, and she left me with him. I’ve only seen her twice and i haven’t seen him once since 2013. .
I sold drugs in highschool but still felt alone the entire time. Still dealing with all that shit in my thirties lmao
Trauma bonding is the only way I know how to bond! quietly sobs
Lies! I saw your sling bonding (and approve)! Have a good night/evening/day, my friend.
So much love, from across the interwebs <3
❤️
totally, I’m borrowing that
Slayyyy mothefkr!
“I’ve got demons to slay,” he said, and tipped his trilby. The final embers of his cigarette sent up signals from the ashtray that marked the end of the conversation he’d been practicing in the shower for three weeks now. He stood up, and farted a little bit, but it almost sounded like the chair moving, so he didn’t think anyone noticed. “M’lady.”
Beautifully absurd. Thank you
Yassss honey slayyyyy
ERRRYYY DAYYYY BAE! <3
It’s all perspective and such, at the end of the day
The mind seems to be more motivated by vivid imagery than dull imagery.
I find that imagination can help with focus sometimes. Just another tool to maybe help navigate the unpredictable
I find that imagination can help with focus sometimes.
I’ll hazard an uneducated guess that it’s related to memetics (in the Blackmore/Dawkins sense), and/or epigenetics (which may be built on the framework of memetics).
Just another tool to maybe help navigate the unpredictable
Maybe no maybe. 😉 And maybe the predictable.
You had me at “epigenetics”… that shit fascinates me and leaves me with so many questions
Maybe no maybe. 😉 And maybe the predictable.
I like the cut of your jib
Likewise.
From ‘Enter The Dragon.’
“We are men who have forged ourselves in the fires of our own will.”
Damn, I wish I could have forged myself in someone else’s will lol
True true, I’ve never seen that movie but may have to check it out
You literally need to see this movie.
You can’t call yourself ‘mister’ and not see it.
