I have IBS so if I want to go anywhere I have to deal with the fact that I may end up making lots of noise in a public toilet. In my forties I’m pretty desensitized about it now. Everybody poops.
My father recommended The Chronicles of Thomas Covenant, the Unbeliever by Stephen R. Donaldson and I fucking hated it. The main character is an awful person. I was waiting for someone to kill him the whole book
I actually remember a lot about my childhood. When I was 4 my mother died and afterwards, for some reason, everyone thought it would be comforting to tell me I wouldn’t remember her in a few years anyway. I remember not understanding a world where I would ever forget my mother so I forced myself to remember my favorite memories. I’d go over them in my mind all the time. And one day when I was 12 or so I wrote them all down so even if I did forget I’d still know it happened. People are still surprised I remember so much from that time, 40 years later.
I have IBS so if I want to go anywhere I have to deal with the fact that I may end up making lots of noise in a public toilet. In my forties I’m pretty desensitized about it now. Everybody poops.