being in a boa constrictor

I can be quite a stubborn person. I don’t like being told what to do. So it was quite a culture shock when I first entered my current relationship. He liked being involved — which is lovely — but I was totally not used to it.

One time, I re-read The Little Prince and thought about the boa constrictor that ate the elephant. The elephant looked a little lost, but seemed fine nonetheless. Perhaps being in a boa constrictor means you don't need to talk to anyone when you don't want to. You can probably read a book, doodle, and listen to FKJ on repeat and not have to answer to anyone in the word.

You can close your eyes and take a little nap. Or you can just sit in silence and be quite unapologetic about it all. Of course, all these perks assume you don't die from being a boa constrictor. Right...

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