Most people who meet me don’t like what they
see. Some think I’m the mother of all
assholes, while others consider me no more than a loathsome spider they’d just
as soon stamp out if they could. What
they have in common is that they’re repulsed, quite visibly so, and I can’t
blame them. I mean, I’m okay on paper, but once people
interact with me face to face, they soon become bitterly disappointed. One woman after meeting me, I’m told,
contemplated suicide but somehow managed to pull herself out of this dark place
enough to live at least a life of emotional pain and solitude in her basement. Do you ever have moments when you wish you
could have lived your life differently?
Do you ever reflect in the quietness of your heart that the road to
happiness and enlightenment starts with little steps? Do you ever come to a kind of cosmic
realization that you could turn your life around? That a person’s worth is not measured by
others? That there's always a way out of the darkness if you just look for the light? Well, not me, but let me be
absolutely clear on one point: If you see me from afar, you won’t think much of
me, good or bad. If you hazard a
conversation or otherwise interact with me, however, you’ll walk away feeling convinced
that there is no God and all that you hold as sacred in this life amounts to a
pile of poo.
