The Fleeting Patter of Toad Paws
What pet toads have taught me about life.
Once upon a time, I was a rather fatalistic person.
It may sound pretty wild to those who know me now. But it was a characteristic of my old self I was somehow completely unaware of until one day, I had this thunderclap-like epiphany while reading the comments section of a Cracked article of all things. The article was about how it was essentially pointless to get into a romantic relationship, where one of the points made was “it’s just going to end in one or two years in most cases anyway, so why bother”.
At the time, I agreed.
Surviving child abuse and going through our prison yard-like school system, then putting my life on hold for years of college to supposedly get a good job just to get dickslapped by the Great Recession? It caused me to see long-term states, like being a dependent minor and a student, as just these things to endure, warping my brain in triplicate and it took several years away from the hellish grasp of traditional W-2 jobs and collegiate time constraints to reverse. Given my own parents’ complacent marriage and how many maladjusted weirdos I hung around in the punk scene either had alt culture fairy tale relationships or the kind of thing that made I, Tonya look like Cinderella, I was absolutely hosting the same…
