Life. It can be so sweet, can't it. When it's not being a sour bitch. You're just going along with life, minding your own business, spreading joy, painting rainbows with fairy dust, and then one day some kind of devil person tries to choke you to death on their toxic waste, sour-ass, bullshit. You can't just spit it out. No, you have to deal with it. You've been confronted with so much ignorance and hate. You have to go right through the soured, toxic shell to get to the sweet spot on the inner side. You are going to chew that sour bitch up. You want to spit it out and ground it into the dirt with your heel. But you don't. YOU CHEW THAT BITCH UP. And then, you find your sweet spot again. Back to glittery, fucking rainbows. Until then... I'm chewing.
ps This all translates into a very crazy story. I just can't find the words at the moment. My brain and temples are tired from all the chomping.