She reads me little passages because she says it makes her think about me.
Sometimes I just want to ask
“Why are you nice to me?”
Like, why do you care?
Weirds me out, having people be nice to you,,, it doesn’t feel right.
What’s the word?
Uncomfortable?
You make yourself behave the way you behave.
It’s no accident, it didn’t “just happen”.
You formed yourself and forged the doo-doo steel from the doo-doo fire.
You poured hot poopy into a mold to form your armor.
And someone comes along and says
“Hey man,,, your armor smells like shit”
It does.
It works, but it absolutely smells like shit.
Either way.
I like a thinker.
I like those long conversations about the under current, the psychology .
(The “why”)
Yes….
I have an erection for the “why”.
Curious.
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