After I posted, I started doing one of my favorite Sunday activities, which is reading PostSecret. If you don't know what it is, it's basically a community of people who send postcards of their secrets to this guy, and he posts them on the Internet. Now that I describe it, it sounds crazy but it's not. It's really lovely.
One of today's secrets:
DEPRESSING!!!! What the fuck, man?
So...yeah. I don't know. I remain confused.
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I read PostSecret once. I never returned. It broke my heart:
"For Christmas, my husband gave me herpes".
"My wife wants to move to Japan because she wants to raise our baby in the culture. I want to go for the pussy"-- this last scrawled over a postcard of two slim, exquisitely beautiful Harajuku Teens.
And then the one from the tired mom vowing to run a fundraiser marathon "because, then, if you die before your second birthday, I will know that I did all that I could to save you". That was it for me. That really did me in. It still makes a lump rise in my throat whenever I think about it.
I can't handle a website that does nothing for my misandry on one hand and cry on the other. No, thank you.
Proving that I can be even more of a downer than you, Phizzle,
Juniper :)
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