I realized that, in spite of my greatest efforts, the universe was going to change me. I was going to learn that other people, even, women, even ex-girlfriends, even future-ex-girlfriends, are human beings, not monsters or goddesses.
And really, nobody’s out to hurt me, if only for the simple reason that they’ve got better things to do with their time. And isn’t that really the thing that terrifies a baby the most, the idea of the adults having better things to do? And isn’t a baby’s job to grow up? And isn’t part of growing up inheriting the babies of the world, including the baby inside each of your friends, and more importantly, the baby that you are? Isn’t the idea of mental health to be a proud parent to yourself, to raise yourself, to expose yourself to the world and equip yourself to be a part of it, so that your baby self can be a father to its baby self so that it can be a father to its baby self….so that you are, at once, a creator and a creation, a thing that runs itself, like the universe? Holy atonement for real. Even for an epiphany addict, this was great, uncut shit.