"He's Always Eager For Your Input"
Canon G7x Mark II
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[Alert - This is a fat post. All you Slenders can carry on with your virtuous days] When a concerned Slender says things to me like "Oh - you've lost too much weight!" or (cue concerned look and tone) "How is your energy level?" or "You look drawn and tired" or "You can have this [insert whatever tasty poison you like here] once in a while, Roy." - they think they are talking to me. They are not. They are talking directly to the presence inside my head that desperately wants to be off leash again. When frenemies opine about my body, he nods sympathetically and whispers to me "See? It's just like I said. One bag of chips won't be so bad for you... Don't you want to live like a regular person again? Don't you deserve to have a treat? Other people have treats, Roy. Don't you want one too? Why do you have to be like this? Why can't you be normal and fun? It upsets me that you won't have fun. It upsets me that you ignore what your VeryWellIntentioned friends say to you. You're being difficult. You've always been difficult." My strategy with my companion is to notice his frustration and - let's face it - anger with me - and let him go on blowing until he has worn himself out. It's wearying. It's wearying listening to uninformed Slender pronouncements. It's doubly wearying to have to listen to The Presence whine and whinge after having dealt with whatever faux-concern is coming my way.. Thank God I'm a stubborn motherfucker. ~ |
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