The Sense of an Endingby Ann Patchett, Vogue, Sept 2012
8 min @ Kalendar Restaurant
“No, I haven’t done it. I suck at breaking up! I’m a six year old emotionally. I can’t ever pull the trigger because I don’t want to be the bad guy. I hate being hated. It sucks being a people pleaser… What? I know, they just hate me more because I act out and screw around and make them be the bad guy. I told you I’m a six year old… No, I’m working on that. Huh?…
Yeah, therapy is helping. But apparently I’ll never be happy if I can’t accept life’s imperfections…. I know. So fucked right?! Fucked am I! That can be my epitaph….
Sorry I know sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. I mean I wasn’t. Sorry. How’s your mom doing?… Of course, I can’t imagine… I mean married forty nine years and then suddenly you’re alone?… Are all the sisters still at the house with her?… Oh, well at least she doesn’t have to be alone.”
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