It’s like, I finally get it now.
All that time I was cribbing about intellectual hurdles, I wasn’t cribbing about that at all. It was just this lack of.. support. Some form of comfort or anything. I had nothing.
The moment I get through it, I realize I have no one to go joyously screaming to. I have nothing.
Fish.
pundit@emphaticallystatic.org
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