It's hard work avoiding getting worked up.

I've always had a problem saying what's on my mind.
It's usually flattering to whom I'm saying it,
It's usually self defeating.

I always tell it true.

it seldom gets a good response.

I'm thinking honesty is not the best policy
but swallowing
hiding
denying
not caring

these things might be good survival skills to pick up.

Overheard in the classroom


"We only have three flatscreens upstairs."

There are stories and observations for telling, but focus is exhasted by the end of the school week, and loneliness has pinched a nerve in my rib cage that makes it particularly difficult to move.

Trying to express any clear idea has been like trying to grab pieces of a note torn and thrown into the air above my head. There is a desperation to that kind of grasping. Desperation that tuckers out before trying and slumps silent and brooding. When it gets like this it's best to let the pieces settle and the room to clear before any attempt to piece them back together.

Is it just me, or is misogny back in favor?