My brain is a bowl of cold lumpy oatmeal
I have many irons in the fire. I spend the majority of my time in the service of others. At the end of the day, I feel like a bowl of cold lumpy oatmeal. I feel I’m expected to relax and enjoy the scenery on a train that is barreling forward at 200 miles an hour. If I don’t slow down, I might miss it.
Beware I have cooties
I have always been an optimal target for bullies as that weird kid with cooties. Admittedly, the bullies changed from year to year, but the outcome was always the same. It left me feeling as if I had a scarlet letter tattooed on my forehead. I have learned to embrace my contrarian nature. I hope to “break the fourth wall” that conventionality dictates & say the “unsayable”.
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