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