Social half-truths, mixed in with lies and denial, add in a healthy dose of narcissistic dribble you better believe the devil made me do it. Mr morning star please remove your siblings from my fragile physic. I don’t know about you having a demon invasion is not recommended, having too many friends— yep let’s call them that, having too many friends telling you what to do is exhausting. You try pleasing all of them and see what happens. Talk about the devil playground. But be fair, even if it is to demons, I did invite them over for a play date. I never thought they would stay.
At the time you are thinking about what could go wrong, right, wrong. Everything. Try explaining that hungry ghost bender that you are on, or that sassy baka thing that you got going on. People look at you as if you are crazy, although that might be an easier explanation than—oh, that’s my demons playing, you know imaginary friends, hoping that sounds better. That should be your ono second moment right there, when they realize how fucked up you are and take a step back, by the way, awesome way to get family to stay away.
Ok chronic cringe moment here. I thought it would be easier to write my feelings down rather than talk to that person. I hope I did not inspire any uncomfortable feelings, if that’s the case might I suggest bleach, always work for me…ok then, what, like you haven’t thought about it. Sorry, but your couch is not very comfortable. Might I suggest a little wine…hey we are all adults here and you do want me to ‘loosen up’, just saying.
I am not one to talk about my feelings but if you think it will help, your the expert. I guess you have heard just about everything there is to hear, so here goes…