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I contain multitudes
Jan. 20th, 2011 11:35 amMultitudes of bottomless pits, that is.
There's the bottomless pit of despair (I know, my very own homage to the film The Princess Bride), which I've been living in a lot recently but less this week, which is nice. Today, what can I say? The ice over the pit feels thicker.
There's the bottomless pit of competence. (Yes, I know, but it's a pit for the purposes of this discussion. I am a reasonably competent human being, occasionally brilliant and once or twice even a genius, so, whatever 'it' is, I can figure 'it' out. This belief has never really been shaken. I am Sidra.)
There's the bottomless pit of rage. Yes, rage. Not 'upset' or 'hysterical' or any other word that men use to try to minimize women's feelings, but actual fury. Fortunately - for others - laser beams do not actually emit from my eyes.
There's the bottomless pit of despair (I know, my very own homage to the film The Princess Bride), which I've been living in a lot recently but less this week, which is nice. Today, what can I say? The ice over the pit feels thicker.
There's the bottomless pit of competence. (Yes, I know, but it's a pit for the purposes of this discussion. I am a reasonably competent human being, occasionally brilliant and once or twice even a genius, so, whatever 'it' is, I can figure 'it' out. This belief has never really been shaken. I am Sidra.)
There's the bottomless pit of rage. Yes, rage. Not 'upset' or 'hysterical' or any other word that men use to try to minimize women's feelings, but actual fury. Fortunately - for others - laser beams do not actually emit from my eyes.
