I don’t know whether to be enraged or defeated. Twenty-five years of rejection, another thirty, and then death? A variety of shitty consolation prizes? For every it wouldn’t work, for every I’m not ready, for every you’re a friend, for every sorry I just don’t think so, for every embarrassed shrug I want to throw a punch. Any 17 year old kid in town is ahead of me. I watch generations of friends age past me into stable happy lives and I burn. I’ve always been ugly and gawky and weird and now I’m old on top of it. Go ahead and twist that sneer of distaste into a concerned and friendly supportive smile. I am not fooled, even if you are. Go stick some pretty, well-adjusted boy between your legs if you want but don’t ask me for an avuncular smile; they’re all gone.
I always knew I was Nick Carraway, but I never expected to be Caliban.
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Then let thy love be younger than thyself.
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apparently this requires the cooperation of other people, who are generally uninterested.
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Wherefore are these things hid?
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WAIT
where are these “well-adjusted” boys you speak of?
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Re: WAIT
I think in your case you’ll have to adjust them manually.
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Re: WAIT
Hers may require some assembly, and batteries are not included.
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the NY Times has some book recommendations for you.
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All of those people need to go into the woodchipper immediately!
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