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i break shit. a lot, and have for as long as i can remember and don't care to wonder why. it started as physically anger-based responses to what i would assume was the aggression and fear instilled in me by my upbringing, but lately i've noticed its evolution.
when dvds won't play when i am in the room but work perfectly otherwise, and when fuses blow in the cars belonging to whomever i am being given a ride by. when the very recently replaced batteries in the smoke detectors in our house all give up in one day, and are re-replaced, and give up again. when your cable goes out when i am staying at your house, and also your internet and i guess you get the idea.
but i fix shit, too. i can rescue us from becoming stranded in a wal-mart parking lot because your engine won't turn over and i do so by gently leaning over and reinserting the keys into the ignish and saying whatever the fuck my own version of a prayer is. and i kick ass for that reason.
when dvds won't play when i am in the room but work perfectly otherwise, and when fuses blow in the cars belonging to whomever i am being given a ride by. when the very recently replaced batteries in the smoke detectors in our house all give up in one day, and are re-replaced, and give up again. when your cable goes out when i am staying at your house, and also your internet and i guess you get the idea.
but i fix shit, too. i can rescue us from becoming stranded in a wal-mart parking lot because your engine won't turn over and i do so by gently leaning over and reinserting the keys into the ignish and saying whatever the fuck my own version of a prayer is. and i kick ass for that reason.