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“If I ain’t complainin’, I ain’t changin’.

I wish I could remember what part of my memory banks this came from. I wish I could explain why this particular phrase popped into my head when I sat down to write. If I could remember which part of my life I was in I could figure out whether this was wisdom to embrace or an empty platitude to reject. If I could only remember.

The stabbing pain in my right foot is distracting me from the memory. I rarely feel anything in my feet or in the skin of my entire body below my waist, except painful stabs that immediately turn into itches. My central nervous system does not function normally. Seven years later you’d think I’d remember that, but my body gives me so little trouble I don’t think about it until something goes wrong. In recent weeks, I’ve realized that my body gives me so little trouble because I do not challenge it to do anything”

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