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Originally Posted by Rather Dashing
It's true. I wanted, nay...needed to have the question asked. But I was...well, paralyzed. Paralyzed by my need for acceptance. I was so afraid that my radical questioning would irrevocably sever me from the community.
But now I know, I'm not alone.
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Dashing, I think we've really made a breakthrough here. It's long been obvious that your vaguely supercilious demeanour is a self-defence mechanism that germinated when your mother stopped breastfeeding before you were ready. It would have developed further during a barren childhood bereft of human kindness, and later, with the realisation that your life would be an unendurable litany of ever-darker days, solidified into an immutable mass of emotional constipation.
I think I speak for everyone here when I say this: we can't bear to think of you crying gently over your morning Cheerios, in one of those rare moments you allow yourself a brief flicker of introspection, when you dare to peer into the gaping abyss of your soul, always wondering but never able to summon the courage to reach out - never able to ask the
real, pertinent, life-altering questions, the ones that go to the very root of human existence.
We should all be grateful to Falanca for putting this one out in the open.