I’ve regretted saying that. Because so am I. Or at least so I understand. Why just comment? I am weak unless I do something about it. I’ve given myself and you the ability to respond to that claim. That’s all we can do.

I am lucky enough to go wherever I want, and do whatever I want to do, for the most part. I can jump and travel a few inches into the air, which is more than a number of people can say. I can dive a few meters below the surface of the water, and that also is more than a number. We can evolve. It has been taught. It has been taut. But we can evolve. And maybe we can choose to do so.

You are better than I am, and we can count the ways. But we won’t. We can if you want to though, so just let me know if you’d like to do that. But I think we can probably get by without. We will know the differences in our own little ways. You can believe in your life and I can believe in mine. It’s how we get by.

I love you and want to ride those horses again. I’d also be fine with just petting their snouts. But riding is especially good.

 

3 Responses to He’s a Fucking Weakling

  1. Pete says:

    fuck you too, son!

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