A writer's blog of the sublime, surreal, repugnant and redeeming.

This is a writer's blog of the sublime, surreal, repugnant and redeeming, my venture into the great unknown and unknowable.

Tuesday, September 26, 2023

1 degree of separation from Carrie Nation is not a bad thing

I try to be good but I have to acknowledge that I'm kinda evil too. Everyone is both good and evil. That means both me and you. Work with it.


My great grandma was one of Carrie Nation's BFFs. This explains how in earlier life I frequently fucked up alcoholics with radioactive nagging just for the fun of it until I got bored with it and decided that trying to save people sucked time out of a life better lived NOT saving self-destructos.

Not all humans deserve to be loved and alcoholics/addicts are at the top of that list with malignant narcissists and red pill trolls. That's why when they get sober they have to go for Invisible Jesus Love to save their asses from the toddler emotions of abandonment that alcoholism instigates. Difference is between 1912 and now, women have the right to walk away and narcissists are allowed to dose themselves right to rock bottom. And then I get the pleasure of stepping over them on my merry way. Either God is a woman, or boom, rock bottom because there is no God. Suck it, alcos.

Yes I suck on that front, but guilt over letting go of their rope over the well is long gone.