You don’t know how to hurt me.
You can touch me as hard as you want but I don’t feel it unless it feels good. Otherwise, I’m impervious. Calloused. Sensors unreceptive.
You can tell me whatever you want but I don’t hear it unless it’s amusing. Selective hearing. Change the channel.
The only one who knows how to hurt me is me. But even that hardly ever happens anymore, now that I know all my tricks.
