When you finish having a wild fuck session and you realize the window was open the whole time and the entire complex heard your orgasm.
The farther I get from childhood and Christian indoctrination, the more I realize how absurd it is. Normal, sane people wouldn’t accept that stuff as absolute truth. Like, it’s one thing to believe in a god without any of the ridiculous religion stuff that goes along with it. To believe that some guy was actually the son of capital-G God is just weird. I mean, not many people believe Hercules even existed much less that he was a son of Zeus. Why and how is Jesus different?
I’m rambling right now and everything seems weird because I feel like I live in an unreal, but still real world.
Have you ever had your insides set on fire and you don’t have the energy to do anything about it, so you just sit there in the pain and despair because all you can do is wait and hope that it will be over soon?
That’s how these last few days have been for me.
And every so often you get enough energy that you can pretend that you are not in pain and so you force a happy face, but that only brings you more pain because your muscles are straining too hard being in pain and the fake-happy just burns. Like, literally, your face is on fire because the muscles can’t do what you tell them to. Finally, you fall back in on the self pity and accept your ugly, strained face and make a self deprecating post on a social media site because you have to figure out a way to live like this since the pain obviously isn’t stopping any time soon.