One of my big problems is that I will often say things that I don’t really mean, simply because I can state whatever it is with precision. This tends to create a lot of problems for me socially, but at the same time creating a sentence with an undeniably clear purpose - regardless of the purpose itself - produces in me an elation which I find difficult to describe. I could try to do it now, and I bet it would feel really good, but I actually have a point I’m trying to get across.
Monday’s post is a good example of the phenomenon I’m describing. I created this alternate universe version of my holy union where our marriage is a cage of despair, certainly I found this very amusing, but it turns out that this concept did not test well with the actual Brenna. In fact, it enraged her, and with good reason - I described her as a domineering harpy to hundreds of thousands of people.
She’s not, actually. The truth of the matter is that I can do pretty much whatever I want because she has her own interests that take up a lot of her time. The urge to say something inappropriate regarding those interests is really quite strong, but I am restraining it. Do you see? This is growth. You are watching me become a better man.
To conclude, I am very, very sorry and would like to sleep indoors again. She is a projection into our universe from the Perfect Dimension and she wears a diadem of radiant gold.