Messy
With an element of tease on top of a righteous taunt, she called him a “Messy Bitch,” as evidenced by all his petty grievances. I chuckled, nodded in agreement, then began to ponder, what it means to be a mess. Words that resonate, words that tickle, words that cut, often provoke a reaction, but upon more reflection offer great wisdom. Messy is a good word to describe this chaotic world, of which I am a small part. It attests to the hidden motivation behind – my need to fix, – my need to organize, – my need to control my life – and the anarchy surrounding me. Deep in my psyche is the profound fear of a messy death.
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