Every once in a while, I stumble across a sentence so good that I stop cold, exhale, admire, and curse the fact that I didn't write it first. The best ones are both wise and well-formed.
I found one today at tiny cat pants:
“I love shitty men who treat me bad and I love them because I hope if I can change their minds about me, it will prove to me that I can go ahead and change my mind about me.”
– Aunt B., Tiny Cat Pants
Read it slowly, at least twice. Think about it.
Bless you, Aunt B., for explaining both my bachelor years and the last two Presidential elections. And curse you, Aunt B., for expressing in one sentence something I hadn't been able to solve in 30-something years.
Nicely done. Now back to the regularly-scheduled blog.
