An Ode to Sam, Camille & Ro
The other day, I was at that place of losing another layer of mind, when things get much worse before they get better.
Since then, and especially since renewing a paid substack & closed stories — I don’t know, it’s something about reinstating this sense of privacy — everything feels so much easier, more natural, and especially like I can breathe again.
But on that day of seriously questioning my sanity, I thought to look up my ex-boyfriend from college on Instagram (— we actually began speaking again two years ago, when he decided to give up on hating me when he got seriously sick, and I was the only person he felt he could talk to, and would help. )
— He’s fascinating. I no longer have his chart, and never had his birth time, but he’s either a 2/4 emotional generator with just mating, 59-6; or 59-6 with maturation, 53-42. He has Asperger’s.
But whatever his definition, his intelligence and gift for writing and expressing his outre & outright transgressive ideas about humans and society, is equaled only by his abject dislike for said humans, as well as for conformity as a whole.
I always like to make a little ode to Sam, because if it weren’t for him, I surely would’ve lost my mind in the ugliest way possible while in college… and if it weren’t for Camille, well… I still wouldn’t know how to cook for myself haha (TY, channel of preservation…)