Play Nice

by Rachel Harrison

But the easiest way to tell who a man really is, is to injure his ego and see how he reacts.

we had our fill of “the power of Christ compels you” nonsense in adolescence.

A demon will move into a split-level on a cul-de-sac. I mean, in this market, mortgage rates being what they are, I’m sure they take what they can get.

Men are all the same,

but it’s the ones who try the hardest to convince you that they’re good that you really have to watch out for.

Memories are so easily manipulated.

If we don’t remember something, how can we be sure it never happened?

What must it be like to get so much out of so little?

It just makes me wonder about belief and delusion. What’s the difference there, really?

If I found out a man with posters taped to his wall was giving me multiple orgasms, I might have gone into crisis.

I need something to post, to make my life appear haunted in a glamorous, aspirational way instead of a depressing, tortured, terrifying way.

My scars are my vindication. We shouldn’t need them to prove anything, but that’s the world we live in.

“Some lessons can only be taught by regret.”

But forgiveness is a different beast.