Once I cut myself in my friend’s house with a kitchen knife; the other kids left the party because they were afraid of what I would do.
Life is incredibly strange.
Like sometimes locusts reach a certain age, and change shape, and form swarms the size of storm clouds.
Other times, smart people have strange, nonsensical ideas, like that depression is not a mental illness. To which I can only say, believe me, I am mentally ill. Believe me, both my parents are mentally ill. My girlfriend is obviously mentally ill. Our many years of pain and madness, of anguish, of self-harm, were not “normal human emotions.” They were symptoms of a serious, crippling, treatable disease. I am mentally ill and I have the scars to prove it. I have dozens of them.
And other times, you’re playing Mario Party with your friends, and it’s a perfect allegory for the Democratic primary.
I, Daisy, was, who else, Princess Daisy, the friendly player who got hit with with a lot of bad luck, red space after red space; try as she might, despite her merit, she just can’t win — Mike Gravel. Came in far last.
Emily was Toad, the slick, skilled player who’s far ahead the whole game, resented by others. Her luck suddenly turned in just the last few turns — Hillary Clinton! Overtaken by…
…Brenden as Yoshi, lagging throughout the game but making a sudden, unexpected surge forward to fill Toad-Clinton’s shoes. John Edwards, gaining enormous ground in those final moves, but ultimately losing to…
Who else, Chris Bennet as Warrio. The favorite son, with great prospects from the beginning, tying sometimes with Clinton-Toad but never falling behind. Yes, inevitably, Obama-Warrio took the cake and ATE IT.
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