Yes, it is true that we are individuals. We do not interpret information in the same way. If we come to the same conclusions, the pathways that we have used to arrive to the conclusion is different. And so on and so forth in this way. However, often enough some of us are so different that what is said is taken all the way to darkness. And that’s when trouble starts.So it was with me…
Here I am, the typical fat loser. Here he was, the perpetual golden boy. Our lives would naturally never intersect, but there is no accounting for perversity in modern life. My perversity in particular. Why did our lives have to be like parallel lines, side by side but never meeting? I was so very tired of being alone, and he looked very much like my perfect partner.Then we get into the subject whether the strange and the damned have rights in the midst of society, considering the fact that we live on the edge of the world? The answer, right off the bat, would be no. For do we really have what it takes to get the world to listen, answer our demands? No, we do not.You might even say that we do not even share the trappings of societal manners and mannerisms of our fellow humans . Why else lock the madman in the attic? Even so still, I was thinking of rights. My rights as a woman. My rights as a lustful woman who no longer wanted to spend empty, dry nights masturbating to some sick arcane image. So dry, in fact, I had really forgotten how to feel as a woman. I was half-alive, bumbling about, without purpose, not wanting to know anything. Until HE showed up.I didn’t want to fall in love with him. I have to say that in my own defense. The night he showed up at the gate, after the mall closed, wanting the keys, I grouched and grumbled, but I knew in my heart that there would be trouble with this one. And I didn’t want it! I didn’t want it! I wanted to continue in own fumbling way, sexual in terms of the dull feeling I had between my thighs. But a woman is much more than that. Unfortunately.I do not know where to begin. There is so much to say and so little time to say it. I may not get to it all. All I can tell you is that my love and lust for my beautiful Chretien was the beginning of the end for all of us.