do you know whats great about God
what
there's three of him so they can all beat you up at once
what?
like if you asked God to beat you
all of
all three persons of him could whale on you pretty efficiently
It was April of 2009, and immediately upon our arrival in Marrakesh, I was accosted from all directions with the joyous cry: "
La soeur d'Obama!
"
Obama’s sister
was a much better reception than I'd been expecting, based on my mother's advice to me when I told her Pedro and I would be taking this trip:
Don't tell anyone you're American. Say you're from Jamaica.
You are presumably familiar enough with the story of Saul and David that I do not need to recount it for you here! The gist, for those of you unfamiliar, is that Saul was the big butch king of Israel in the long-ago, whose various misdeeds made him unfit for kingship, and God, via the prophet Samuel, selected the young and ruddy David son of Jesse to replace him.
Sometime during middle school a male relative told me that if I weren’t in a wheelchair, I’d be “tall, thin, and gorgeous.” He meant it as a compliment, and I took it as such. Even as my throat tightened and my palms tingled with discomfort, I thanked him. Because I knew could have been was the closest I’d ever come to beautiful so long as I used a wheelchair.
Postpartum depression is the moon landing, because even though you are like 99% sure people have walked around up there (I mean, we have dirt, right? Moon rocks? Why would science lie about this?), one day some person will come up to you and tell you that it's not real, which means that it never happened to anybody, least of all you.
She is the folk tale to Poppins’ myth. She is also chaotic, but amorally so. She is the careless chaos brought on by the intriguing narcissist. She is also one of the saddest characters I’ve ever read.
