the-estranged-loner

I realized today that, no matter what human-made disaster happens or how close it is to me, I’m never afraid of it happening to me. It could happen everywhere, all the time, forever–and I’ve somehow internalized this pretty comfortably. Death can come at me, bro.

What does always occur to me is that I have an estranged, loner, mentally unstable(likely borderline, had enormous trouble diagnosing her back when) mother who has fallen into extremist conspiracy theorists online. Every time I see a headline like this and it immediately says “man opens fire…” I breathe a sigh of relief.