[b]Ottessa Moshfegh
I counted the seconds passing. Time could go on forever like this, I thought again. Time would. Infinity loomed consistently and all at once, forever, with or without me. Amen.[/b]
A prayer, perhaps?
If you want something and can’t have it, want something else.
My guess: It’s almost always more complicated than that.
I learned the long way about love, tried every house on the block before I got it right. Now, finally, I love alone.
Well, the alone part maybe.
I rarely interacted much with anyone back then who wasn’t retarded. When I did, it struck me how pompous and impatient they were, always measuring their words, twisting things around. Everybody was so obsessed with being understood. It made me sick.
Yo, Kids!
People would be so much more at ease if they acted on impulse rather than reason. That’s why drugs are so effective in curing mental illness—because they impair our judgment. Don’t try to think too much.
Well, not counting those who take this too far.
It’s easy to tell the dirtiest minds—look for the cleanest fingernails.
We should be able to do that here. Only in regard to the dumbest minds.