I was the April Fool once, about two years ago. I met a man I thought I liked, around April 1st. It soon turned out that he was one of the worst things that ever happened to me. Things happened because of knowing him, that ultimately led to my losing friends, my sense of being able to be a friend, any knowledge that I could care for another human being, and even my self-sense. I no longer knew who I was. I still don't, but things are getting better. I live, his stagnation as a person will be his undoing. Justified.