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Confession #2: Old People

This will sound horrible, which is why I’m submitting it here instead of telling anyone about it in person.

I believe at a certain age people just need to die.

I see all these old relatives of mine and their living conditions are just horrendous: their mind is absent, they’re subject to their children who may or may not care about them, and their poor bodies are simply decrepit.

Of course this isn’t all old people, I mean Betty White and The Queen were pretty lucid and had personalities until the day they died but Prince Phillip? Those random old ladies bothered by reporters in their nursing homes because they’re so old. Congresspeople???

Sometimes I look at them and I hope they just pass already and I immediately regret thinking this and typing it but it’s how I feel sometimes.

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I mean, sometimes I see a badly wounded/old pet and I’m think “Let the little guy go already.” but my grandparents??? I can’t imagine.

But lonely people in the nursing homes, annoying bigots spreading hate from their porches while struggling to carry around their oxygen tanks. I get it.

But hey, I don’t judge.

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Confession #1: The Ex

I don’t miss my ex but I do miss her legs.

I miss laying my head on her thighs while she had a conversation with our friends. She never bothered to play with my hair or actively give me physical affection but she would let me hold her hand and sit on her lap.

Before we dated she would pick me up sometimes and I would just blank. While shopping, she squeezed my waist once and I still think about it to this day.

She didn’t initiate touch with me but she made me feel desired and used. And there was nothing more I loved than being a weight on her lap. I liked being a silent doll for her to pick up and put down whenever she wanted.

I don’t miss my ex but I miss what we had.