Hiding the Hare

I’ve got to do better.

The tamping down of the “me” in mixed company must take priority.

Why?

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.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe

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