Also my body isn't a separate entity from me

A former coworker, who was also chronically ill, often tried to bond with me by talking about how our bodies "betrayed" us.

I wouldn't dream of telling her how to feel about her own disability, but the idea that my body betrayed me always rubbed me the wrong way.

My body did the best it could with crappy genetics and a crappy environment, and held out as far as it could, then collapsed after years of no one, least of all me, taking care of it.

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There's something a little bit eldritch about sunflower fields.

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Me reading Crime and Punishment in high school: Why would he just murder his landlady? That's horrible! He should be arrested forever!

Me today: Rodion did nothing wrong, actually.