Gaslighting didn’t begin yesterday; I think it began in 2010 or 2011..or at least, that’s when I moved out of my parents place and have been faced with ‘well-wisher syndrome’ from the umpteen known and unknown people who care for me in their own direct and remote ways. I suddenly thought my partial cleft palate got active and needs greater care because nobody else seemed to have encephalopathy-like symptoms the way I was with uveitis precipitated over a few years since I moved out of parents home and started training as a therapist in active healthcare. I must have aggravated the you-we-itis I already seethed under with a lot of people already ‘knowing’ how I should better live my life, and was curing/praying to resolve my affliction whatever that was that caused me not to want getting married and instead had me move out of my parents place. (psst: I was figuring out what was missing the presence of which would make a difference in being human, humane, alive and in love..the ‘love’ bit got intense an inquiry later but ‘being {humane} human’ was definitely on.) I didn’t want to get married because people kept complaining how being single would have been better ..and there are divorces and people not wanting to sire babies and elderly homes and lots of diseases..and people asking me to get married with so much contradictions in their behaviours and mannerisms they seemed hypocrites while they seriously meant it! Confused, the least I could do was research well into the missing link before I could step into this serious institution called marriage that involved at least two entire families and their children brought together by the two people who are called the bride and groom. They better be in it for the right reasons..and I had to figure out what that reason had to be that would make all this circus worth it for everybody, this husband character whoever that would be {I found him in my own body a signature of in a believe-it-or-not format that Kalidasa and many others seem to have written ballads about!} and this one opportunity of being alive {that I have for sure with no other points of reference to prove the contrary} in this lifetime that would make it worth the while for me also and future generations. (I must have been a difficult one for people ‘above’ where they decide why people should be born; I may have given them hell enough that they figured I better be figuring that out being on this side of life than occupying bum space in their compound..nevertheless, I guess I have figured out some semblance of a good reason why to remain married to Life and my Work – to have humans live long enough to enliven life in the multiversal universe coz they can become green Taaras and dashaavataara-quantity humane beings at that..and I’m not sparing anybody.😈😇🥹♾. Talk about being devilishly employed in keeping people alive and on this side of life, and happily married everafter. Isn’t that what fairy tales promised? It’s there for everybody. I know coz I have been carefully reading the textbooks, including sacred textbooks, that people have been reading. That’s why we have a body that is humanely human.