" Why are you being so mean to me, what have I done to you? You tell me. "

" Just because I'm honest it doesn't make me a mean person.
When I say "your Eeyore is damn cute" I ain't being mean to you. "

" Fine, twister. "

This monster is being exceptionally honest to me and in other words, mean.
But really, monster never fails to strip down the truth about everything for me.
Slaps me in the face when I get lost in the nothingness of this earth.
Words so cleverly structured in a sentence that makes my head nod with agreement each and every time.
And, monster is right, being honest about certain things is not equal to being mean. We all need some honesty around here cause it seems like everyone's got a shyt load of skeletons in their closets. The closer you are the more skeletons you discover. Okay maybe not too many skeletons, but there would be at least one. Yes? No? YES. No denying.

I know I have.

Monster, I appreciate your honesty but I gotta kill you, for you have met all my skeleton friends.

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