This morning: Lem appears and then disappears when a demon attacks, prompting Lacey’s daughter to scream, waking-up from her slumber. She apparently heard a mannish being growling.
Putin comes on to Lacey, via text through Eric. Bobby cries.
And now she’s having breakfast.
Casi: We knew you were rich.
Lacey: That doesn’t seem likely.
Casi: Actually, it really is though. How could I think you were poor?!?
Lacey: You could.
Chris: I mean, she is compared to me.
The CIA: Not really though.
You’re far more similar than you think.
*awkward silence*
Casi: But how could any sane, rational person think I’m richer than you?
Do you think I’m crazy?
Lacey: You’ve copied me in such a way where it seems entirely possible that you’re insane. I’m sorry.
*she laughs*
I think you may really be that…unique.
Lem: That’s all that’s been communicated to her. You’ve literally only really confirmed that you think that. You can’t just tell yourself that “she knows” to get out of being a piece of shit.
Lacey: I saw Elizabeth Dodds and Chris, this morning. On Facebook. I was looking for new Facebook friends.
Lem: She’s a hideous looking woman.
Lacey: I should never have taken him seriously! One of the dumbest things I’ve ever done.
They’re perfect for each other, but they’re such vain idiots. I’m sure they live in a world where they “conquered” me. *she rolls her eyes*
I should NEVER have taken him seriously.
They’re still getting egotistically high off of it.
Lem: They do seem happy.
Lacey: I’m sure they are!!!
I’m sure they are.
*she rolls her eyes*
Lem: What do you think actually happened?
Listen to Philip Glass, “In The Upper Room: Dance I”.
Lacey: I made the horrific mistake of listening to people, in life, who weren’t as wise as me.
I know that sounds…vain. But, it’s not.
…Love is real.
Love is extremely real.
…He fell, passionately in love with her. With Elizabeth. …They were meant for each other. Truly.
And I could have guessed as much. I could have anticipated that, with the intelligence he actually did and does possess, he’d fall in love for real.
And I’d have never dated him.
And we’d all be better off.
I’m “better” than her. …But it doesn’t even matter. …BECAUSE I’M NOT HER.
…I’m not her.
It’s that simple.
It’s not a competition. Real love is never a competition. …And they have real love.
Real love…is love.
The song ends, now listen to “VI. Closing” by Philip Glass.
Lem: The sad thing is, they are egotistical fake bastards. And they’ve loved the delusion he created by cheating on you and then marrying her. It’s been…mana to them.
But…you’re absolutely right.
You’d have graduated from Messiah. You’d never have gotten in trouble for drinking and breaking their “community covenant”.
But…this way you know how awful people can be.
Lacey: Yes. But I already knew!!!
I didn’t need further confirmation.
I actually think it’s gone too far, in this case.
Lem: You’re right.
The song ends.
Listen to “Jesus, Etc.” by Wilco.
What should have happened:
Chris (in the future): I once looked up this song as “Jesus, Don’t Cry”. *He laughs, at himself.*
Lacey (reacting the way she’d like to): *just glares, totally ignoring him*
Chris: *gets nervous*
Lacey: I’ll just leave.
Okay? *she says sweetly*
Chris: *looks very angry and confused*
Lacey: Yuck!
Just leave me alone, okay?
*she storms out*
JUST PRETEND WE NEVER MET!!! *she yells after herself*
Now:
Lem: Did he really annoy you that much?
Lacey: YES!
He was so corny.
I couldn’t stand him, in a way. He did us both a favor by breaking-up with me. …I just wish he’d been honest about Elizabeth, his wife. But he’s a smug asshole, who gets-off on feeling better than other people and so is she.
I may be the secret to their happiness.
*I laugh*
If I’d married happily…like truly happily…I worry they’d have committed suicide.
Lem: *laughs*
No, it’s not that deranged. You’re not wrong, but they’re not that sick.
Thankfully.
Lacey: *rolls her eyes*
They’re such bitches.
Such stupid bitches.
Ugly too.
Both of them.
Lem: True.
Hateful, conniving shrews.
Lacey: Her face is as a big of an aesthetic tragedy as his height.
Lem: She loves “looks-maxing”, almost guaranteed. She’s able to finally feel genuinely superior. With her jaws.
Lacey: But…they found each other.
Are they capable of love?
Lem: Yes!
The song ends.
Lacey: Good.
Lem: *smiles*
Lacey: Well, at least they found each other!
*she yawns, and smiles*
Lem: Yes!!
They seem to be…very attracted to one another.
Casi: So no one ever told her the truth, but everyone lived in a world where this was a super important life event?!?
Lacey: *smiles*
But why did I have to be involved!?!
*rolls her eyes*
Lem: You shouldn’t have been.
It was a horrific mistake.
Lacey: It’s absolute rubbish.
Lem: You’re a vastly superior person, morally and in every other sense. You shouldn’t have to bother with their petty shit.
Lacey: When do they finally realize what toads they are, in relation to me?
Lem: Possibly not until they die. Society, at the moment, has confirmed them. Through “friends from the 70’s” and the scholarship of David Pitts.
They seem…like the winners. Because they’re happy. And…they look settled.
You’re wealthier. Better-looking. Much deeper, more mature, insightful and kind.
BUT…they found each other. …And no one today recognizes the power of that, almost ever. People are too dumb.
So they…have LIFE. Abundant. …It looks great on camera.
Liz (in the future): You are better-looking than me.
Lacey: DUH!!!!
Do you think I’m DUMB!?
You’re ugly compared to me! You almost look like human vomit, by comparison.
GOOD GOD!!!
Lem: Agreed.
Why do you run? …To maintain your skeletal appearance?
Lacey: Maybe he likes that. He’s almost certainly bisexual.
Lem: …Not necessarily. And yet, I see what you mean.
He likes her, regardless. A lot.
Lacey: *smiles*
I’d like to just be happy for them. It’s too bad I ever met either of them.
Lem: Yes!
What a pity.
Yuck!
Chris (in the future): I should have never talked to her.
Lacey: INDEED.
I’d have gotten my homework done, that evening.
Chris (in the future): I thought the fact that we fought…in class…meant we had sexual chemistry.
Lem: Like in the movies? From the 1980’s and 90’s?
Chris (from the future): Yes.
Lem: *laughs*
Lacey: No, I wish we’d not talked.
Lem: You’d have graduated. And met Mark, later. Working at a coffee-shop.
A professor at Messiah: Why did you let her do that!??
The CIA: It was none of our business.
And…it aligned with several outcomes.
Her leaving college? Perfectly fine. We needed her back home anyway.
Chris (from the future): So you’re always going to think of us as losers? For the rest of your life?
Lacey: YES!!!
WHAT ELSE WOULD YOU BE!?! *she yells*
Liz (his wife): Oh my word! Forget her!
*she laughs, with self-righteous indignation*
Lacey: WOW!!!
Liz! I’m BLOWN away.
*she says, mockingly*
YOU REALLY SHOWED ME!!!
WOW!!!!
Liz (his wife): I never apologized to her.
Neither did he.
But who cares!?
People make mistakes!
God: That’s not how this works.
Lacey: Sweetie, you’re a dumb bitch! You and your hideous husband!
I was WAY out of his league.
And yet he chose you.
Because he loved you.
GREAT!
But you both are still awful people. In relation to me.
Liz (from the future): You’re not supposed to care anymore.
Lem: Says who!?
Liz (his wife): That’s what they say in the movies.
Lacey: Sweetheart, I’m not some extra in a movie where you’re the star. …GET A CLUE!!!
You both totally fucked me over. …Why would I just magically get over that!?
Stop being so vain.
Liz (from the future): But you’re supposed to get over that…
Lacey: WHY!?!
Because you’re secretly me!?
Liz (from the future): Yeah. When he chose me, that’s what I told myself.
God: That’s insane.
Lacey: Sweetie…you’re not me.
Stop feeling so victorious.
Chris: I was a dumbass compared to you, intellectually. OK I admit it. I’m a fucking prick from a middle class family and I took myself way too seriously. And, I didn’t take you seriously enough, at all.
You knew a hell of a lot more than I did, about everything.
You’re probably even smarter than Robin Lauermann.
Does she hate her too? *he says to someone*
We’re all just jealous of you? OK!? And that’s awful? I guess? Because, people don’t take stuff like that seriously anymore they think you’re just pretending and trying to look cool, when you talk about it. But we actually really were.
I hated her because I sounded stupid in class compared to her when we would answer questions. And that is part of the reason I dated her. I was trying to put her in her place by hurting her in a relationship.
And yeah, OK fine. I’ve lived in that delusion ever since we broke-up, of feeling massively superior to her, like I’m a movie.
But I just feel like you should get over it…
Lacey: No, I’m not gonna get over it!!
Chris (from the future): But I don’t want that weighing on me. It’s very inconvenient.
I want to think of myself as a good person!
Lacey: You’re not a good person in relation to everyone, sweetheart. In relation to me you’re worthless fucking piece of shit, at best.
I’ve forgiven you, but to me you’re nothing more than a festering piece of fucking shit. 
Chris (from the future): So she’s still in love with me? Isn’t that how this works????
Lacey: No. No not at all. I don’t even like to think about what we did sexually other than as a joke.
Chris (from the future): THAT’S ILLEGAL!!!
*he and his wife, fume*
Lacey: No, it certainly is not illegal, sweetie. What you did with me was humorous at best. And other than that, it was just disgusting.
I don’t even think about it. It’s like, why would I think about the last time pooped or vomited?
Liz (from the future): I do not prefer to think of things that way!
I prefer to think of myself as a very beautiful woman, who’s incredibly gorgeous and amazing.
But I guess in relation to her, I am kind of just ugly. 
And I don’t think my generation is good at accepting stuff like that.
God: No, you’re certainly not.
Liz (from the future): But do you have to be so honest!?
Lacey: If I wasn’t, you’d just drag my fucking soul through shit sweetie, praising Jesus in vain, the whole fucking time.
Laura (from Messiah): We don’t ever think of you!
We don’t stalk your Facebook.
We don’t watch you!!!
We don’t read this blog-
Crap. That’s not true.
But… we really don’t think of you! Okay!?
I SWEAR WE DON’T!!!!!
I SWEAR!!!!
So you don’t need to think about us!!!
Because…we don’t think of you!!!
WE REJECT YOU!!!!!!
WE REJECT YOU SOOOO MUCH!!!
We dismiss you!!!!
We dismiss you!
Because we’re the royalty, not you. WE…dismissed…you.
Satan: *slow claps*
Lacey: Stuff of nonsense.
No, I have to be honest. I’m sorry.
If I’m not brutally honest, people just choose to live in delulu land, in regards to me.
Nobody ever seems to have any real real realizations. Ever. And society and other people just enable them, and then they just keep trying to throw shit in my face. …So if I don’t say something? No. There’s a problem.
You’ll have to just deal with it!
*she rolls her eyes*
Tucker Carlson: Chris I’ve slept with this woman once, but still.
I would never sleep with your wife. I’m just being brutally honest with you.
I would never sleep with you.
When someone as out of your league as she was and still is, is interested in you sexually, you have to ask yourself what’s going on? She actually is straight and yet at the time you could’ve asked yourself if she was a lesbian and been perfectly within reason. Because it really was weird that she was interested in you. You could’ve also found some other explanation, like a “homeschooled upbringing”.  Or a psychological issue. 
*he laughs*
Or she could’ve just really liked you.
…I think she did value you, and I think she was “homeschooled”. Which means that when she gets older and has normal adult sexual experiences, you have to let go of your delusion.  The delusion being that she was going to be really interested in you the way that your wife is. Because, people who are that dramatically different than each other, rarely find each other sexually attractive in a normal, functional way. 
You were way out of your league with her. And it was an unpleasant relationship for both of you. And then you met your wife and you fell in love, and you did something wrong. You should have just broken-up with Lacey and said, “I found someone who I like more than you, and don’t take it personally! I don’t have a choice! You know how that is? We don’t have a choice about such things.”. But you were a coward. You were too afraid of hurting her feelings and feeling stupid, and so you lied to her face and totally disrespected her as a person. And you totally defamed your own character, because you told her, “I couldn’t live with lying and cheating like that…and looking myself in the mirror!”. *he laughs* That was a despicable thing to choose to do! Adding that on top of the insult!? You had to be that disrespectful!? It wasn’t enough for you that you were cheating on her!?
I can see why she questions if you’re capable of love, based on your psychology.
Chris: I hated her.
Tucker: For petty reasons, right?
Chris: Yes.
Tucker: They actually are a petty reasons, whether you realize that or not, as an adult.
Bill: She was never interested in sex. Because he’s short.
Tucker: Yeah.
And he took it very personally.
Chris: What did she see in me?
Lacey: I thought you were very diligent.
I thought you were a hard-working person. Very disciplined!
Chris: I just thought you were pretty.
Satan: That’s all!? *he laughs*
Chris: Yeah!
I didn’t give a shit about her, almost at all. And I thought that made me a better man. I thought it made me stronger and more rugged and masculine.
A podcast bro: So you got rid of the one with real tits? Lacey. To date a scarecrow!?!
*he laughs*
Chris: *thinks*
I think… I outsmarted myself.
Lacey: She snuck-up on you.
Chris: *laughs*
She did.
Lacey: I’m glad…you outsmarted yourself. I just wish it hadn’t of involved me.
I could just be happy for you, if you hadn’t of been cruel and twisted.
*later*
Laura from Messiah: I told her how beautiful she is!
I told her that he had started to hate that about her…
A professional: You told her? Or you hinted at it?
Laura: I hinted.
Lacey: I got confused.
What exactly were you trying to say?
Laura: So this whole time, she’s never known what I was talking about!?!
The CIA: YES.
Laura: That makes sense of her reaction.
*she thinks*
No. He dumped her because he got sick of feeling like…he wasn’t as good-looking as her. She didn’t make him feel that way. But he just felt that way.
The CIA: Here’s some proof of the supernatural. Because she’s never really realized that.
You were not clear.
Lacey: I also didn’t feel comfortable talking about it. The little I did grasp.
So, he felt…uncomfortable?
Laura: *nods*
Lacey: Why!?
Laura: You just-
He felt…insecure. And it made him sad.
Lacey: And Liz made him feel what?
Laura: Happy.
*she shrugs*
Lacey: Why?
Laura: *thinks*
I think…to him…she was prettier. …Like, you were hot. But…she was…special.
Lacey: Yeah! No, I understand.
…Why didn’t he just tell me!?
Laura: *nods*
Lacey: He should have found some way to tell me.
Chris: Because then you’re not only prettier, you’re a stronger person than me too! *he yells*
Putin: GROW A DICK.
*he laughs at Chris*
Lacey: There had to have been some way to be more respectful.
Chris: *takes a deep breath and exhales*
Like what?
*he rolls his eyes*
Lacey: *thinks*
Like…”You’re really hot.
I mean, you’re so hot!
But…I just met someone who makes me feel…alive.”
Chris: *looks sad*
“I have had such a crush on you!
But…-
Do you know Liz!?!” I say? with real excitement
Lacey: Yeah!
I’d have said, “Liz who!?”
Chris: I wanted to paint you as unstable, in my own head.
*he cries*
I’m such a prick.
Lacey: Then you say what?
Chris: *he rolls his eyes*
“Liz.” And then I say her last name.
Lacey: *thinks*
You’re such an asshole! You invented shit about me in your head, instead of asking for the truth, didn’t you?
Chris: Yeah.
Lacey: I’d have said, “How serious are you?”
Chris: *looks upset*
*thinks*
I wanted to feel superior to you. I really did.
Umm…-
*cries*
*seems effeminate*
*calms himself*
“I don’t know yet.” I’d have said.
Lacey: *thinks*
“What happened!?!” I’d have said, out of confusion.
Chris: “I don’t know!? We just met!
And it’s like…I can’t stop thinking about her!”
Lacey: *thinks*
“Wow!”
Chris: *thinks*
“I’m sorry.”
Lacey: “You can’t help it. It’s okay.”
Chris: *looks nervous*
“Yeah.”
Lacey: “Let’s be friends!
I’m hurt… but I understand.”
Chris: *gets angry*
“Maybe.”
Lacey: “Okay.”
And then I’d have left. And not felt like shit.
The CIA: Did you know that she could handle it?
Chris: *closes his eyes and winces*
Yes…
The CIA: So you were just being sadistic?
Chris: I guess.
*later*
Laura from Messiah: So you get nothing out of being better than us!?!?
Lacey: I’m not a demon nor a monster.
What in hell would I get!? I’m just me. And if I’m that good-looking…then…- *she shrugs*
Laura from Messiah: *thinks*
I assumed you should be told the truth with kit gloves. Because if you knew the truth you’d have too much of an ego boost. Like, it would be dangerous.
Ruth: I assumed the opposite. …And I hated myself.
Chris: Yes.
We’ve all based our adult lives on it.
Somewhat.
Casi: …But you never really knew what actually happened!?!
Chris: Yes.
Casi: But you assumed, with full confidence, as adults…that you did!?!?
Chris: Yes.
Casi: *thinks*
Holy shit.
*later*
Tucker: What would have changed? If you’d understood.
Lacey: I’d have been more cautious. With a lot of people.
Far more cautious.
Chris: This is bad.
The CIA: Well, no shit!
Casi: Would you have joined the perfume community?
Lacey: Yes. But very carefully.
Chris: Chris, you fucked over the entire world. With your shit.
Why didn’t you try to explain!?
Chris: I thought she knew.
SO SHE THINKS WE’RE…like actual demons.
The Pope: YES!!!
What else is she supposed to think!!?
*later*
Chris: What did she think happened!?
Listen to “Heartaches” by Al Bowlly.
Lacey: *thinks*
That you…liked parts of my body. *she says cheerfully and casually*
But overall, you thought I was absolutely worthless shit.
Chris: Like…I’d rather you had never been created?
Lacey: Possibly.
Chris: But you say you’re better-looking!?
Lacey: BECAUSE I AM!!!
I’m not dumb. *she says pleadingly, hoping he’ll eventually catch-on*
A David Pitts fan, who knew them both in college: This is REAL!?!
The song ends.
Listen to “Midnight, the Stars and You” by Al Bowlly.
God: YES!!!!
The David Pitts fan: Oh my, GOD!
*in horror*
Yeah. They’re totally insecure…
Lacey!!! They’re totally insecure about how you look better than them! *she says, desperately*
Lacey: Maybe.
The David Pitts fan: So you don’t automatically believe that!?
Lacey: *looks offended, but as if she’s trying to keep her composure*
It’s not a pleasant thing to talk about.
But you think they’re insecure?
The song ends.
Listen to “Ain’t That A Kick In The Head” as performed by Dean Martin.
The David Pitts fan: YES!
They felt insecure.
They actually did notice what you looked like. In comparison to them.
Lacey: *thinks*
It didn’t seem like it.
So they’re actually noticing that!?
The CIA: No one has ever been honest with Lacey about this. Ever.
No one has ever clued her in.
We chose not to. It was useful.
Lacey: No.
I’m struggling to take this seriously and not think I’m being sadistically tricked.
I am very beautiful. You can’t fool me.
But…I’ve never heard this before.
*later*
Shaveydavy: You’ve never understood that we know you’re beautiful!?
Lacey: Yes.
In a way.
I think you know. But I don’t think you really know.
ShaveyDavey: So you think what?
Lacey: That you just don’t care. That my beauty is essentially nonexistent, unless you feel…too…threatened. Like, if you feel really threatened you get mean. Otherwise you don’t give a shit at all.
A male child, age 8, sold into Hell, financially supporting the U.S. as they wait to die: Do you care?
I see what she’s saying.
The David Pitts fan: How are you hearing this!??
The Illuminati: This one was used in a ceremony. In New Mexico. So they can read us, now.
Lacey: Answer his fucking question, YOU MORONS!!!! *she yells*
The Pitts fan: *panicking*
Yes. We do.
Lacey: *coughs, distracted and doing something else, once he’s given a proper response*
A reader: So she intimidates people. Constantly. And has no idea why?
The CIA: Yes. It’s very useful.
A reader: Why-
What does she think is happening?
The CIA: She’s assumed it was energetic. Somehow.
And, in a way, it is.
She acts totally unaware. Because she is. It allows most people, who often are narcissistic nowadays or scared, to act like it’s not real…even though it is. Which gives her a huge psychological advantage.
Casi: So what’s she supposed to do now!?
The CIA: Well…she’s aging. She needed to have some inkling.
And we’re having serious issues.
It’s better this way, now.
And…she barely believes it anyway.
A reader: So…people are actually affected by you. Or they have been.
Lacey: It doesn’t seem like it.
A reader: No! They are.
Lacey: I have flaws.
A reader: Like what?
Lacey: *thinks*
I’m not the popular ideal. At the moment.
A reader: Doesn’t mean people aren’t affected.
Lacey: Interesting!
