I was about to sit down and write about my first therapy session, but I’m not sure what to say yet. Am I even supposed to write about my therapy or does this fall into “confidentiality?” I’ll say this — the therapist was very nice and nurturing, but I have no idea yet whether she will be “effective” with me.
I came home tonight and was amused to find a unfriendly comment on an old post — “Why is Los Angeles So Ugly?”
from YOU SUCKER:
you suck. you talk like you’re god or something, thinking you’re right and everyone is wrong
I’m not sure why this weird comment struck such a nerve with me. I don’t even remember the post to be controversial. But I have to admit, I like the poetry and drama of the comment. What did I say that made him so upset? Do I really appear “god-like” to him? Cool!
Being a little tipsy, I thought I would help this commenter expand on his comment to me.
You suck. You talk like you’re a GOD or something, thinking you’re right and everyone is wrong. What hubris! Do not the stars shine on us all? Do we not all fall and stumble? If you are a GOD, you are a weak one. You stand there naked, your stance unsteady, pleading for a woman’s flesh. You are no knight going into battle, or even a farmer growing fruit. You are just a man, drunk on margaritas, hours after therapy, taking off your glasses, your body wanting.
Besides, no real God would order the chicken tacos at El Torito.
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