Teflon.
You have to be fucking made of it sometimes.
They will give you great joy. But they will also pound your ass into submission just being their self-centered selves; will take something joyously anticipated and pummel you about the head throughout its execution until you are emotional hamburger.
You know who the hell I’m talking about.
Guess I’m an old iron skillet. Shit sticks if not seasoned properly.
