Repercussions

At times I look down to find in my right hand a knife and in the left my nose. Or at least I imagine that as an outcome, opinions being just so much snot. “’S not!” they cry, or again, so goes the fret.

Why worry?

It’s complicated.

“Not another obliquity!” shout a chorus in dismay.

You see the problem, don’t you? If it was just a matter of the cat sitting in front of the space heater, or the reason I am using a space heater instead of the pellet stove, things like this where agency is limited to me in my immediate environment, no social drums to answer back on the field of battle… Friend or foe?

There I go again.

I’ve written something. And yes, I’m being coy. Contentiousness will do that, no?

No?

Right. Not necessarily. Not one-on-one.

And that’s the thing: What I’ve said to so many people in confidence is no longer less than part of me. So, out with it.

What I really wonder is if folks will be so pissed off that they miss the constructive and positive parts.

You know, like sour grapes floating under a burning bridge on a river of spilt milk with a shit storm blowing in.

I’ll let you know.