118 days to go and I am reading and packing and working like a mad woman. I have a writing contest deadline in 23 days so my writing time is devoted to that rather than the blog. Witnessed an awkward moment for some folks involving touching yesterday (so thankful when I’m just a bystander) and it made me think of this post. Enjoy!
What do you call a statement that is all at once true and not true? For example, “I don’t like to be touched.” This is not true when I’m at home, with my sweetheart, and in my comfort zone. This is true when I’m anywhere else. But there are moments when I’m tired, or stressed, or in some kind of alternate dimension caused by these or other things … when I don’t mind so much.
Here’s a question some might keep in their noggins when I explain this, but they never come right out and ask, “Were you abused when you were younger?” I see them thinking it. Or maybe I’m just projecting since I wonder, myself, why I am like this. But I’m so terribly glad they don’t ever ask. I mean, what does a socially inept creature like myself do in a situation like that? “I … um…
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