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I figure, why poke a sleeping bear when you can kick it in the balls instead? It’s like my grandfather always says: Commit to something for once, you useless sack of shit.”
I kept having babies thinking I wouldn’t feel alone, that I would have my own circle, that I would be the center of it. But there’s no circle. It’s a chain, and you’re right—I’m the link holding everything together and it’s all just weight. It’s weight, and it never lets up, and no one else ever holds it.
It’s like—when there’s a stack of dishes, if my husband actually does them, I tell him thank you. But when I do them, no one thanks me, because it’s not something nice I did for someone else. It’s just what I was supposed to do all along.”
“Let’s swear.” Javi holds out his arms dramatically, shouting, “Fucktrumpet! Shitgibbon! Cockwomble!” to the night. Jenny stomps her foot. “Be serious for once! Let’s all join hands around this fire and swear we’re going to do better.
Her brain sparks the way the battery doesn’t,
They were all making the same mistakes they had as kids—confusing obedience for love, confusing arbitrary rules for actual goodness. Playing parts so they wouldn’t be punished.
“Fine. At least I’ll go out doing what I love: being an absolute fuckwit making the worst possible choice.”
New isn’t the same as perfect. Growing up isn’t inherently loss, it’s just change.
The show is filled with worlds built by children so it seems absurd to adults, but that’s because they’ve stopped being able to see the absurdity of the world they’ve built for themselves.
