Cancer. The Big C. One of the few words and phrases akin to ‘I’m pregnant’ or ‘I’m gay’ or ‘I love you’ that when announced, can induce this expanding wave of silence so thick and overwhelming that it will leave someone weak at the knees and speechless.
We all have cancer. From the exes that we can’t forget to the annoying vice that we can’t seem to live without to the insane urge to buy the newest gear even if one bought the prevous model six months back. From the love that never was returned and the efforts that were put to waste just because people decided that you’re too weird because you happened to enjoy other normal things compared to your peers. All of these eat us up from the inside and leave us empty afterwards.
How can one cauterize off the cancerous parts of one’s life? If you know the answer, drop a line. I’ve got a lot of tumors to cut off.