Every Once In A While When I

Whenever I Hang Out With My Female Friends, I Feel Like Context Is Never Needed. They Can Just Say Two Words About Something, It's Like Hearing The First Two Notes Of A Song And You Can Always Identify The Song. They Can Just Say A Word And I Know Exactly What They're Talking About.

Maybe The Body Is Taking Responsibility Where The Mind Is Not. It's Scrapbooking For Us.

I Can't Even Tell You What Else I Imagined. I Can Only Humiliate Myself To Such A Degree; At A Certain Point It Becomes Humorous, And This Story Is Not Meant To Be Humorous. This Story Is Meant To Winch Your Ribs Open And Tamper With Your Heart. This Story Is Meant To Make You Realize That Your Chances Of Happiness In This World Are Terribly Slim If You Lack A Fine Imagination.

I Love This Idea Of The Body As A Trauma Archive!

When You Are Expending Much Energy On Someone Else's Demise, It's Like You Weaken Your Psychic Immune System.