Previously: I am the horrible bug that lives in the town. I am the bug and you are the miserable mother with no antennae. I invented my body and it was the worst idea. As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect. He was lying on his hard, as it were armor-plated, back and when he lifted his head a little he could see his dome-like brown belly divided into stiff arched segments on top of which the bed quilt could hardly keep in position and was about to slide off completely. His numerous legs, which were pitifully thin compared to the rest of his bulk, waved helplessly before his eyes.
This piece of horror hits home pretty hard and I will be pointing people to it who don't understand my abusive family dynamics because the emotional stuff was so insidious and invisible to other "loving and caring" people.
This piece of horror hits home pretty hard and I will be pointing people to it who don't understand my abusive family dynamics because the emotional stuff was so insidious and invisible to other "loving and caring" people.
Parents who say "Why can't you feel what we're feeling?" are more horrifying than becoming a bug!
Why do I feel called out while reading Grete's lines? I mean, this is so brilliant, but still...
Unrelated but it makes me think of Norm Macdonald’s moth joke ...
OOF. YES