I have a friend Alex; we met freshman year of college as hallmates. My roommate and I became good friends with each other and Alex, and so, quite naturally, Alex all but lived in our dorm room. Alex had a funny way of showing his affection: his philosophy on friendship went something like “When you first meet someone, you act nice and see what they’re like. Once you get to know them, you abuse them until they go away or become a good friend”. Yes, both Adam and I were abused.
Alex abused us each differently. Adam, who was relatively passive and unflappable, received sporadic attacks from Alex, amounting to physical abuse (all in good fun, of course :-). This wouldn’t have worked on me: I would have responded. So, Alex abused me differently: he broke my mind.
I love to debate nearly everything. Alex found this out quickly. At that time, however, I thought differently: you could say that my thoughts were tiny cubes, which lived in square-pegged holes. He would engage me in debate, fill my head with nice, cubic thoughts, then proceeded to forcibly hammer cylindrical thoughts into my nice square thought holes. In response, my mind contorted into impossible shapes, and you would be able to hear the circuits in my head fusing as smoke poured out my ears.
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