We are all fragile in some places.
I get that.
But does my freaking fragility have to keep playing hide-and-seek?
I mean, I’m going along handling this and that crap with a steel jaw and iron constitution (do not laugh; even I of anxiety-fame can be gristly), when…
I’m laid low by a stranger’s poorly chosen word.
We’re talking flat on my back, with visions of psych wards spinning over my head.
Bottom line: I am stupid and fragile and, apparently, suck at hide-and-seek.