Hades
When I was younger, a psychologist once recommended something called the two-minute rule. To be honest, I still don’t know why my father dragged me into therapy in the first place. There was nothing wrong with me. I wasn’t broken. I wasn’t unstable. I was just different.
Unlike most people, I didn’t waste time pretending to want what was good for me. I did what I wanted, took what I wanted, claimed what I wanted.
To me, the best things in life had always been the bad and forbidden ones.
I had an appetite for the things I shouldn’t touch, especially when they belonged to someone else. Therapy didn’t cure me of that. If anything, it gave me tools to enjoy it more. The two-minute rule was one of them
It was simple, give people two minutes before doing anything. Let them talk. Let
