the truth can hurt and the truth can comfort. not knowing the truth can leave you floating down a blissful stream of naive ignorance; but finding out that there is a raging river flowing behind you, a river you accidently stepped into and are now drowning it really crushes that bliss. If I were to make a real natural world metaphor I would say that before this weekend I was a sockeye salmon swimming upstream, then I got caught and eaten by a shitty bear. now if I am going to swim upstream I want to be a bull shark swimming up the mississippi river. those things can breath salt and freshwater and they are vicious mother fuckers. in reality I'll probably just become a river trout, or maybe an otter.
what a load of shit stretch. forgive me, I'm forcing it
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