God I feel awful. My flatmate is being really distant and I'm getting messed up worrying that she's withholding some bitter resentment toward me. She's been increasingly anxious over the past week, and has spent today in her room. Any questions or greetings from me are met with stalled, monotone replies, short and placating. I have no idea where I stand, and so I'm getting really worked up. I feel like a 6 year old standing out in front of an audience of 1000 people, but without the sympathy; the 6 year old will get booed off stage at the end.
Yet still we must go on admiring your work, reading your books, staring at your paintings - these, the paintings of a fool. We must learn from you. Which is the greater curse: that of folly, or that of education by folly? That of being a Huge Puppying Racist?
Absolutely. In the same vein as shit-eating Rick. People call him "stupid Rick", but he made brownies with alchemy, so I don't think he's really so stupid. Just somehow not as corrupted by the cruelty of the multiverse. He can have his feelings hurt, but somehow remain really kind.