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If it helps, imagine that this was posted to DeadJournal. In other words, it's not a statement of what I really think, but of what parts of my brain sometimes say to me.
Sometimes I feel as if I'm walking down the street, and nearly everyone else is holding one leg behind their back and hopping to their destinations. When I sit down with them in the pub, they talk about how their knees hurt because they hopped all the way from the other side of town. And I have to remember not to say "Well, have you considered walking with both legs then?" because people already know I'm one of those weird bipedalists, and they don't want me shoving it down their throats all the time.
I know that's not the way it really is. I know that other people's choices in these matters are sacred. It's just that this is how it sometimes feels...
Sometimes I feel as if I'm walking down the street, and nearly everyone else is holding one leg behind their back and hopping to their destinations. When I sit down with them in the pub, they talk about how their knees hurt because they hopped all the way from the other side of town. And I have to remember not to say "Well, have you considered walking with both legs then?" because people already know I'm one of those weird bipedalists, and they don't want me shoving it down their throats all the time.
I know that's not the way it really is. I know that other people's choices in these matters are sacred. It's just that this is how it sometimes feels...
