I have been sick for the past few days, its gradually getting worse but I think I am at the climax of whatever the damn bug is I have picked up.
When you’re laying awake because you’re coughing and your body hurts, you have time to think. While thinking about certain things, you have glorious revelations. There is nothing like feeling like you were ran over by a VW bus and having a little smugness tug you along like a big dog you can’t control.
The feeling is being right. Being right about a lot of things and knowing the fact that someone hopefully is suffering in misery with the damn shit she made. Its the equivalent of getting into a fight and beating someone’s face in or leaving some nasty bitch speechless with your witty remarks containing no swears.
Or you could relate it to knowing more about literature in a literary debate with someone who comes off as intelligent, but just fakes it to be on a high and mighty horse.
God. I love it. I am wallowing in this gloriousness that is whatever you want to call it. The word escapes me, but its like a drug.
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