the only thing worse than suspecting is knowing. no. wait. that’s not quite right. the only thing worse than suspecting is knowing and not yet having it confirmed.
i realize that may sound like a conundrum. it isn’t. the reasons for confirmation are not here, they are there. it doesn’t make the waiting any easier.
sometimes, i never get the confirmation. but it doesn’t matter. it only matters to the one not giving it. and in it’s own way, it’s still a confirmation. circles within circles, but i still see, damn it. even if others prefer to pretend everyone is blind.
passive-aggressive bullshit, ‘if i don’t confirm it, then you can’t say you know it.’
i’ve got two words for that: fuck you.
if it walks like a duck, quacks like a duck, and acts like a duck, what difference does it make it if it comes up to me and says, ‘hey… i’m a duck’?
is it less a duck if it doesn’t? do i magically not know it’s a duck until it does?
somethings you know without knowing how or why. not many, but the ones you do are like ducks. they just are.