He's dead to me. I switch rapidly between hoping his zombifying body dies ASAP, and missing the person he was before Nazis brainwashed and stole him.
He was a shitty friend who gatekept random things, like listening to bands in his mid-twenties. Much due to toxic masculinity. I found him quite cringey. Now he's a Nazi.
Yet I mourn his cringe ass each day. A whole person was lost to Nazis. I'm cycling, and I need new outlooks on this situation to get out of this rut. My self care is suffering.
We're each an entire universe. An entire universe of human genius can make for a very dangerous predator.
Someone seemed to find it weird that I said "white cult." I call the Nazis that because I need to remember I don't have the skill to rescue someone from a cult. A death cult. A predatory swarm of insects who've been reduced to the evil of overconsuming and destroying until nothing's left.
He's a goner, and I hope his alcoholism, Covid, or monkeypox takes him out. :inshallah-script: