My mom once told me “Don’t pray for patience because you’ll be shown how to be patient in ways you never wanted to imagine.”
I try to never assume. Sometimes saying a prayer fills me with the same feeling I get before I assemble a wall unit from IKEA.
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You are driving me up the wall. I see right through your bravado—I think the only one you’re fooling is you. And the neediness. It makes me want to push you off like a slime. Going to high school in Austin, MN—the Home of Hormel—grants one particular access. Unless you too grew up in a meat packing town, I doubt you know what I’m talking about. When I walk outside, dinosaurs don’t chase me. I don’t see danger at every turn. My fight or flight response rarely if ever has good cause to kick in. |
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