I’ve got to do better.
The tamping down of the “me” in mixed company must take priority.
Not to deep within the smog of anxiety and weird I lug around wherever I go, there lies a jovially sarcastic soul. Oh, I can be quite the witty, self-effacing fool. Always ready to lead the laugh over my “mad as a March hare” reality.
However, that “me” doesn’t sit well with big chunks of my family.
Yesterday, I let that “me” out.
And Disaster peeked over the horizon and growled.
So, back to tamping today.
It’s a shame. That “me” really enjoyed coming out to play.