Dysfunction is a four lettered word.

Unbelievably disgusting. I was talking to my mother, Brigitte about weird fetishes, because yes, Brigitte and I have very weird conversations on a daily basis. She suddenly turned serious, which in turn made me listen carefully, because my mother doesn't do serious very often. Brigitte got to know of this girl who wasn't feeling very good, subtly, for some reason: no specific symptoms. At the clinic where she went to have tests done, the doctors kept drilling her, asking her who she was having sex with. The girl had left her boyfriend of eight years some nine months prior, hadn't had sex with anyone since. The clinic called the boyfriend and asked him who he was having sex with. Cue 1940s black and white gasp!! Turns out the guy, who worked as a grave digger, was fucking dead people. No shit. The poor girl contracted some terminal disease for which he was only the carrier. So he can go carry on fucking with/ the dead and she's got only four months left to live.
This is what Heisenberg calls The Uncertainty Principle: it has as much to do with quantum mechanics as it has with every-day life. This principle states that it is impossible to know both the position and velocity of a particle. The more precisely one property is known, the less precisely the other one can be known. It's a catch 22 with no definite results. Roughly, this translates in that the more you think you know something, the less you know because your knowledge automatically cancels out on principle. The more you think you know someone, the less you really know. You'd think your best friend sees you in a certain way only to discover she has an entirely different perception of you. You can think your parents love you for who you are only to turn out that who they love is the role they decided to give you in their life. You can think you're everything to your boyfriend who loves you very much only to turn out he's a sick necrophiliac.

The morale of this story, Blossoms, is that whatever you think you know is really what you don't know. Who you think you know may turn out to be the complete opposite. And no matter how much you pussy-love someone, always wear a rubber.