“Rather than feel discomforting, though, this blurriness had the exact opposite effect. I no longer had to carry the weight of myself all by myself. Someone else could do it for me, too. And in a way, being myself—the never-ending accountability of it—was exhausting. I had doubts I’d ever excelled at being Elaine A to begin with and I suspected Elaine B could do a better job of it than me.“ - You put a rabbit on me
— Jun 10, 2026 03:54PM
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