The Hell it is!

"Stop talking to yourself like that! You are not hopeless! You are too smart to fall for that shit! You can't just fuck up one choice and give up after that like you have no other options! That's not one bad choice! It's a fucking million of the same bad choice over and fucking over again! Fucking fight back! Stand up for yourself! If you have to...make a million right choices every day before breakfast just to get out of bed. It's exhausting! It's unfair! But no one else can do it for you! If you can do it once, you can keep doing it...no matter how many times you have to start over and try again!"

You are a little dizzy by the time you finish your little pep talk. You have gained a little color in your cheeks and you almost look halfway human again. You hear the sounds of groaning studs and whimpering bimbois stirring, and realize that your little TED talk woke up the whole house. You blush brightly and smile as you realize how cute you look when you're embarrassed. You always figured you looked stupid when you where shamefaced, but you look...well, human. It's only sociopaths like Slade that don't blush. Everyone else feels shame.

And it hits you that shame isn't always a bad thing. Shame can remind you of your responsibilities. Shame can help shape you into the kind of person that you want to be, if only to avoid embarrassment. Shame can also make you stupid and slutty, but you're still figuring that out.

BOOM BOOM

"HEY! SELF ACTUALIZE LATER, SLUT! I'VE GOTTA SHIT!" Slade's voice booms through the door louder than his banging fist. Everything in you wants to defer to him, to throw yourself on your knees and beg him to breed you. You'll just have to wait patiently, panting at his feet like a proper pet, while he takes a dump first.