As A Matter Of Fact [my Mother]

I Think I Do Overshare, And I Sometimes Marvel That I Do It. But It's Sort Of - In A Way, It's My Way Of Trying To Understand Myself.

All I Can Say Is That When Millions Of Plastic Dolls Of You Are Being Sold Each Day And An Equal Number Of Teenage Boys Are Masturbating Over You Each Night, It's Bound To Do Something Screwy To Your Psyche.

If Some Gang Were Threatening Your Family, You'd Go Looking For Someone Butch To Help, Right? Any Maybe If Your Mother Were Sick Or Something, You'd Find Someone A Bit More Fey.

Don't You See? We've Become Smart Enough To Justify Stupid Behavior. Like, 'i'm Angry At Him And I Didn't Express It, So I Turned My Anger Inward And Now It's Depression, So In Order To Feel Good Again, What I Should Do Is Call Him And Express My Anger.' It's Like, If We Can Make It Sound Smart Enough, We're Allowed To Do Stupid Things.

Resentment Is Like Drinking Poison And Waiting For The Other Person To Die.