No Fear of Flying: Kamikaze Missions in Death, Sex, and Comedy: Solipsists Do It for the Folks Watching at Home by Michelle Mirsky
… People seem to want to solve me or to bury me, to exalt me or count me out. It’s less easy to just roll with me, to support me, to let me support them. Especially once they realize I have only two speeds—sprinting and broke-down. Many candidates quietly disappear. When I shed them like sandbags from a hot air balloon, I am lighter, leaner. Some of them don’t last more than a conversation. All of those who make the cut are all broken in some major way. Broken people are the only folks I can understand. People walking around intact, functional, hiding little to no darkness—these people frighten me. (This is not a new development. Even as a child, I exasperated my parents by bringing home the most bizarre feral-child creatures Public School #19 had to offer. I had a few ordinary, calm children as childhood friends, but they didn’t endure.) …
(Source: mcsweeneys.net)
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