There is always at least one Juno in a person’s life. Someone who is their own worst enemy, because their worst enemy is hatred. Someone who may have everything lowly everyman could want but, whether from actual grievances or lack of worldliness, still finds cause to complain. If they’re under the thumbs of higher tyrants, I might be able to sympathize. If they didn’t also lash out against the few they have power over. They might proclaim themself a defender of men, a Hera Alexandros, but we hear the things they’ve done. Honestly, we wish we couldn’t hear them screech or moan for its own sake.

I’m a living human being, but even then I’m worried about the temptation to go down to their level. Maybe that’s part of the point, that they love company. But I’m in a relatively comfortable position, and have more support than I could ever ask for. I have a lot going for me and a lot to enjoy. I can go back to saying “yes” to opportunity, joy, the better part of myself. And why should I care about the curses Juno might send my way? If anything, I hope she gives Jove a piece of her mind and escape the millenia of myths she’s trapped in. It’s not very different from what her patrons must do.

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