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writing/3/terrifying/intro.md

@@ -4,7 +4,7 @@ Do I speak too loud? Do I speak too often? Do I tread too close to that invisibl
 
 Am I too demanding? Do I need too much minding? Is the amount of attention I seem to seek above the norm, whatever that is?
 
-Do I park myself in the corner of others' minds? Do I sit cross-legged on the floor, a tripping hazard? Do I follow them around their thoughts, speaking? Or not speaking, yet nevertheless present?
+Do I park myself in the corner of others' minds? Do I sit cross-legged on the floor, a tripping hazard? Do I follow them around their thoughts, speaking --- or not speaking, yet nevertheless present?
 
 Is asking so many questions just feeding into that anxiety?
 
@@ -13,13 +13,11 @@ Is asking so many questions just feeding into that anxiety?
 > we give off a fainter scent. Oh, someone may tell us: you get in my blood, this room, the springtime,  
 > is filled with you...\footnote{\cite[23]{duino}}
 
-I have recently had several conversations about this, about how much space I take up. Almost all of them take place over text, too, as they often come with a worry that synchronous communication might be too much of a demand. Some of them take place between my partners and I speaking frankly about how we interact with each other. Others take place between other versions of me, characters I role play or those that I write, each expressing their own anxiety.
+I keep having conversations about this, about how much space I take up. Almost all of them take place over text, too, as they often come with a worry that synchronous communication might be too much of a demand. Some of them take place between me and my partners, and I speak frankly about how we interact with each other. Others take place between other versions of me, characters I role play or those that I write, each expressing their own anxiety.
 
-Over the years, I have thankfully fallen out of the habit of asking whether or not I am a burden, of *feeling* like a burden.
+Over the years, I may have fallen out of the habit of asking whether or not I am a burden, of feeling like a burden. But what I haven't done is relinquish the feeling that there are bounds around me. There is a barrier that marks the end of me, a sphere of influence that has a point where it stops, my own little causal domain. I don't know if anyone else sees it. I doubt it.
 
-What I haven't done is relinquish the feeling that there are bounds around me. There is a barrier that marks the end of me, a sphere of influence that has a point where it stops. I don't know if anyone else sees it. I doubt it.
+*I* see it, though. It's always there. A little shield, a screen, a forcefield, glimmering and translucent. It's the point where the space that I take up ends.
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-I see it, though. It's always there. A little shield, a screen, a forcefield, glimmering and translucent. It's the point where the space that I take up ends.
 
 > I must tell you it gives me great pleasure to think of you reading these words in licks and whorls of flame, your eyes unable to work backwards, unable to keep the letters on a page; instead, you must absorb them, admit them into your memory.\footnote{\cite[8]{timewar}}
 
@@ -29,15 +27,15 @@ I wish I could prowl through their memories, touching one after the other --- oh
 
 I live a sometimes apology, instead.
 
-Still, I have friends. The apology is only sometimes, and I will spend hours with them simply enjoying myself before that sometimes creeps up, a strangely-shaped piece of grit between my molars.
+Still, I have friends. The apology is only sometimes, and I will spend hours with them simply enjoying myself before that 'sometimes' creeps up, a strangely-shaped piece of grit between my molars. Ah, you want to come inside after that drive? I'm sorry that my place is messy. Oh, you told me you're straight and I didn't hide my disappointment well enough, I liked you so much.
 
-I wish I could cast that in the sense of marvel, of wonder, of beauty, rather than terrifying that someone would perceive me.
+I wish I could cast in the sense of wonder, of marvel, of beauty --- rather than terrifying --- that someone would perceive me.
 
 > Who, though I screamed, would hear me among the ranks  
 > of the angels? And even supposing one of them took me suddenly to his breast, I would perish within his overpowering being. For the beautiful is right at the margin  
 > of the terrifying, which we can only just endure.\footnote{\cite[11]{duino}}
 
-Ah well, if wishes were fishes, I would look into their scales and see some more perfect version of myself.
+Ah well, if wishes were fishes, I would look into their glittering scales and see some more perfect version of myself.
 
 And so I continue to make my way through the world. I, like Rilke's elegist, choke back the lure I would give, walking softly and keeping my arms and legs inside at all times. Or most of the time, perhaps.
 
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 But, ah! My friends, all those who promised I wasn't a burden back when that was a thing I would ask them about, they all clap! They clap and smile and tell me that I've done a good thing.
 
-Don't they know I'm working hard at defining my boundaries? Frankly, it's quite rude.
+Don't they know I'm working hard at defining my boundaries? Don't they know they're praising me for violating those very same boundaries? Frankly, it's quite rude.
 
 But I am working at getting better at accepting that sort of feedback. I'm trying to accept that taking up space is even allowed.
 
@@ -65,3 +63,7 @@ But I am working at getting better at accepting that sort of feedback. I'm tryin
 > and does not destroy us. \footnote{\cite[11]{duino}}
 
 I cycle through defenses. I try silence some days. Other days, as I have spent the last however many thousand words doing, as I'm still doing, I will justify my existence through words, then justify my words by leaning on those of others. "I mean what I'm saying!" I say. "And here is proof! See? There is Issa and Dwale! See? There is Job! There is Rilke and El-Mohtar and Gladstone!"
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+Even now, even as I set my words in pixels on screen and ink on paper and promise myself that I *won't* do this, will only sprinkle in those too-heady words that I love so much, promise myself that I'm not going to justify my place in the world by shoring it up with others' writing, I do anyway. I use those quotes for color, I tell myself, then anxiously cite them in the footnotes.
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+> PS. I hesitate to write this, but---I've noticed my letters run long. If you'd rather I grow more concise, I can. I don't want to presume. \footnote{\cite[65]{timewar}}