… you that you’re meant for better than this — you’re better than all of them, you’ll show them all. It doesn’t mention that in the push and pull between arrogance and insecurity, in the gulf between being The Greatest Man That Ever Lived and just another turd pooped out by a Caribbean shithole, you’ve never found the balance in truly believing that you’re okay. And that just being okay, in and of itself, is okay.
… was nice and small, he said with a smile, and commended me for losing weight before the procedure. I felt a swell of pride and then hated myself for that swell, for being so pedestrian as to take pleasure in the sort of validation that goes against so much of what I believe about how bodies should be allowed to be.
Informed Human: Right. So, actually, I do. It stands for ArmaLite Rifle. But even if I didn’t, it wouldn’t matter. All I need to know is the fact that it is the favorite weapon of mass shooters. It inflicts damage that makes it useless for hunting and self defense in small quarters. It was recently used by a white supremacist with a history of domestic violence to blow orange sized holes into 17 innocent teenagers. And I know that if someone that is more concerned with the proper name of the weapon used in mass shooting after mass shooting than the fact that the children are being blown to pieces with them — then I’m not the one in this conversation that has to worry about being a fucked up individual.