Letters to Cake; she's in a crisis

Dear Cake,

Instead of sobbing into your wedding gown on your anniversary, you've been reading up on something called impaired empathy.

Knowing that someone is in pain is an uncomfortable feeling for most people. It makes you want to help them.
Knowing someone is in pain & choosing to be insensitive, is impaired empathy.

People become nothing more than shadows to the impaired empathic & they fully believe these shadows are responsible for bringing the crazy inside of their universe. Projection.

Impaired empathy is prevalent amongst those with internet addictive disorder; which you believe might go hand in hand with a modern day sex addict.
Internet = high
Internet isn't enough.
Internet + porn = a high on steroids.
It all starts with the internet (for most).

Only those who are depressed or are psychopaths display impaired empathy.

You'd be willing to bet, 80% of the human race that doesn't show empathy are most likely depressed individuals just naturally fighting/flighting as a defense mechanism.
The other 20%, psychopaths.

Anywho, you made it another day. You made it Thanksgiving, your wedding anniversary, & next up is Christmas. You can get past Christmas & then guess what, Cake? It's going to be a new year. It's the date you cannot wait to see.

January is named after Janus; god of gateways and beginnings. 2018 Janus didn't let me down.....hope her 2019 revealings are kinder.

 

My mother & I were talking about how divorce has skyrocketed since her divorce to my father in the 80's.
Technology, mom, technology & internet & convienece.
She had a lightbulb moment.

I'm all for building a commune free of the interwebz

 

I'm blessed, not lucky...

Don't wish your life away...
Embrace being an only child.

There isn't a certain formula to having twins. Factors influence it, such as genetics, like @Kenzi said.
For me, science & God gave me twins.

I'm good!! I dont think you had bad intentions in your questions.
Have a good day

 

So kind, but I'm good

Trust me, since the second I had my twins I've been asked those same questions literally anytime I go out. It's almost comical at this point.

Some people even ask if they are natural...wtf?

Thx brother

 

Dear Cake,

Your playlists are random & nostalgic. Your mother's favorite has to be shared.

 

Dear Cake,

Well, that was a waste of make-up.

 

Dear Cake,

Good on you taking advantage of this beautiful fall day to get out alone, all vulnerable & shit, to take photos. You're getting your you back...

 

Speechless & grateful.
Love for others has come full circle.

 

Dear Cake,

November is ending with a thunderstorm outside.
How fitting.
One more month in this shit hole of a year.
Keep going.