because i’m a border-line pessimist and a little crazy

Almost every time I do something fun and tickley and cuddley and adorable with Jake, my heart stops and I wonder, “did Jeffrey Dahmer’s mom do this stuff? Was he a sweet boy? Did the Unibomber know all his ABC’s when he was one? Did everyone love him when he was two?”.

It’s awful.

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