Whenever I have a conflict with a builder, I like to pretend that their kid is a cutter. I like pretending that he leaves the site and drives straight to family therapy. I like daydreaming that he simply doesn’t understand his own offspring, and the little fucker keeps getting weirder and weirder.
He walks down the hallway and glances in to see his kid putting on a shirt, and noticing.
Not a secret anymore. He saw the red lines . He saw the pain that his child is in, and he cries.
He gets up the next day and goes to work,like a man, his mind can’t shake off what he saw.He stews on it. Festering thoughts.
Then he gets to run into me. He gets to deal with all this fun.
Whenever you’re in conflict with anyone , try to remember, their kid is probably a cutter.
dawn 