Caterwauling

I told K I watched my mom lick so much dick in her life, i do the opposite.

She said no you don’t. You either tolerate abuse into perpetuity, or else you have a zero-bullshit tolerance.

She clarified, and you pick wrong every time.

This is why we are friends.

I’m not going to pontificate on the perpetual abuse topic. She has no love lost for the source of it.

But I don’t know that the other is zero tolerance. It’s more like … I wrote off the first few instances as a new situation, then maybe that was my fault, and then I’m like come the fuck on already bye.

No reason I’m posting. Or maybe there is and I’m trying to process.

Really, just reviewing all the times over 2026 when I was sending hugs and WTFs to my friends from some new situation to me.

And wondering whether I lose out or save myself more annoyance down the road, when I do need space.

All the space.

I made this deal with the devil.

Well, it was with another team.

Which was that I will edit them lightly.

Gurl.

It took me four hours to get through one piece. And a half hour to do the other three.

And the person on my team to whom I said, “I’ve done what I can, now I must go to a phone call” said … “do you mind if I edit this some more?”

That same person pinged me after they found a big error the day before.

It appears they took me literally when I said “put the reader in the driver’s seat.”

[situation redacted]

My dude, that didn’t mean MAKE THE READER A CRASH TEST DUMMY.

Anyway by the time I got to article 4, it could have had a photo of this person as Tonya Harding, clubbing my Nancy Kerrigan knees, I was so burnt out on them.

I’m told I say too much. My brother in Chris (spelling intended), give me less to speak of, I beg you.