for Madam Fuselage
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That’s what I am. I’m that dude who calls you out for everything. I don’t let you get away with your bullshit. I’m that guy. I drive you crazy. I’m a fucking asshole. You fucking hate me. I force you to be honest with yourself.
But you don’t. You really love me. You love me because I’m brutally honest. I say inappropriate things. I ask inappropriate questions. I make you think the thoughts you force yourself not to think. I make you admit the truths you’ve been lying to yourself about.
I make people cry. I drive them to therapy. I’m a fucking asshole. Why did I have to push? They hate me for opening them up. But they don’t. They love me. They all do. They admit it, eventually.
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Have you learned the lessons only of those who admired you, and were tender with you, and stood aside for you? Have you not learned great lessons from those who braced themselves against you, and disputed passage with you?