I always remember Domino’s being trash, but I had the hand-tossed-pan-or-whatever crust and it was bomb.com.

I totally feel all that, unfortunately. But I’m trying to end the “blame-cycle” and I think it starts with forgiving my parents. FFS they got beat with belts and shit. Psychological warfare isn’t cool, and definitely fucked me up, but they had it worse.

They had it so bad, they pretended their parents were perfect. And then beat themselves up when they couldn’t live up to that illusion. Or projected it onto us for not making them appear to be perfect parents. But were all just human, man. We’re all gonna fuck up.

I’ve been noticing this pattern of behavior as well. I think I was raised to be distracted and make concessions for others. Not see things for what they really are. While simultaneously taking all the blame. Or blaming someone else. But it’s not all their fault. I can’t fully blame them, and I can’t fully blame myself. We all play our role in things going well, or getting totally fucked.

Yeah… it’s like these women who jam their faces full of shit… deforming their faces (in the name of beauty???) and then they wonder why their daughter sees themselves as ugly. Welcome to bulimia nervosa, girls.

It’s all a bunch of twisted-ass, sick, treacherous BULLSHIT to separate people from their hard earned money, and their dignity.

They get them to buy into the lie… of course they want to get you on their level. So their ugly face makes sense to them. So they can reconcile that they PAID A LOT OF MONEY TO FUCK UP THEIR FACE.

IMHO