I hated the way you said I had no “values” because I see people with compassion. Because I believe love has solved more problems than condemning ever has. Because I believe your version of justice would leave the world with blank eye sockets and toothless gums, choking down their own teeth.
I hated the way you thought that being an upstanding citizen meant looking down on everyone who had it less together than you. That if you learned a lesson two years ago you were better than the person learning it today. That I must be basking in secret sin to be capable of forgiving anyone I saw committing it. That I was tempting fate by not treating those who have failed with scorn.
I hated the fact that you actually used the words “that guy” all the time. As in “I’m not that guy‘” whenever discussing behavior you felt was beneath you, because as we all know, there are nice guys and there are mean guys, and you are a nice guy. If a girl deigns to stir emotions within you (or show an inch more skin than you have secretly deemed appropriate) she is a harlot and a bitch. It’s better to say “I’m not that guy” any time I offer solid solutions to proactively work around my illness or urge you to take time off with just the boys, than take me up on it and *gasp* relax for a second. Better to resist and insist to the point of being insulted when I suggest you take a break, then throw it back in my face six months later. That’ll teach me.
Since I’m a liar, and faking all these hospital visits and needles in my spine, I’m probably just a few more hits short of spontaneous healing, so why keep pulling punches, sweetie? Just let ’em fly.
I sometimes want to beat myself up for not seeing through you, but I am not a mind reader, a soothsayer, or a ghostbuster; and you are quite the genius masquerader, self convincer, and pious martyr. Glorious be thy name.
A tip of the hat, sir. You are quite the specimen.
I woke up with a sore shoulder yesterday, because I sleep horizontally on the bed now. That’s how f***ing gone you are.