Forget it. I need to stop reading Carrie by Stephen King (his first novel, 1974). The goddamn memories keep flooding back. Do I really have PTSD from my middle-school years, when I was beaten and humiliated almost daily? I know bullying carves deep scars that last a lifetime but this was 40 years ago!!! And I wasn't a menstruating girl like Carrie. That part doesn't matter; them ganging up on me with taunts, threats and the occasional punching, kicking....
It ends with Carrie White's revenge, right? Over half the student body burning to death. Sounds kinda like my Armageddon fantasies, with Jehovah God striking them down. I actually prayed for Him to let me watch. Either up close or from a distance through visions. I do NOT want to relive those gleeful fantasies.
And religion: Carrie's mother being at the extreme end of abusive fundamentalism, putting her daughter through hell. If you think King's unrealistic in stretching that hysterical religiosity unrealisticly, you are so wrong. I am grateful I wasn't one of the millions of children terrified their whole live by such abuse. - "To Train Up A Child" by Michael and Debi Pearl, a book extoling the virtue of beating children.
I love my cats. Dude wanting to stuff himself into the leg of one of my pants, Ladybug so playful... I feel so much better now.
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