I imagine some of us always were toxic, but it’s being reported today as some sort of dating norm that is exceeding our past expectations. Everybody is just a gaslighting biatch now, who lives in an echo chamber and cannot be changed. I think it’s something to do with being a certain age. Something hormonal. Something cyber. And something (even) about our times. Something cyclical therefore. I always thought the solution to toxic people was just to accept them. So, your father sucks because he’s hardwired to constantly abominate himself. Or your husband sucks because he thinks he’s the head of a one story castle and he rules meatloaf with an ironfist. Either way or any other, it just shows that people suck but we tie ourselves to them, generally for more compelling reasons than those that make us hate them. If they’re in your life because you put them there, or you keep them there especially, or more even because of both, then you obviously love those bastards in your life anyway. You say you hate it with all your real venom, but we all know why a cobra spits when she can bite. It’s only because it is more effective. And that is the adaptation you were not looking for. Like Nike commands you to do, you just do it. No thinking. Just life. Ripping you apart. As if any metaphor should ever be considered real. A golden rule. A real toxic person, yes, could even be you! It doesn’t happen to the best, but it does happen to the worst, the mediocre, the OK, and even the good. Because when I find that you suck I know that God found you better. And when I’ve seen you so low I know the bar for us all is never much higher. The effect of toxicity is that it instructs us all into a game of limbo. But I guess one can always just win in the chaos that is her head. Nothing more ignoble than a policy that is not peaceful. But it’s never let you down from finding new toxic people to replace old toxic people, so, why not just do it forever, since that shit always works? Like spacetime merely existing implies, there are no mistakes, but just only perfect beautiful letdowns for minds that can’t ever be satisfied.

The Only Way Through A Wall Is Through Rejection of The Game ––– By Luke Meyer ––– 09/09/2025