Floating Around In My Skull
Unsettled and unable to hold still for more than a few minutes my foot taps semi-rhythmically as my fingers pound the keyboard.
It seems to me that right now there are too many instances of our being on one side of the fence or another. There are few places in which you can be neutral. Few positions that you can take that do not involve your pissing off large groups of people.
In some respects that is something that I laugh at. I am nothing if not opinionated. There are relatively few things that I don’t have an opinion about. One of the best parts of getting older is that I do a better job of keeping my mouth shut and care less than ever before if people don’t like it. Ok, that is only partially true. I haven’t ever really cared all that much if people disliked me or loved me. I have a personality that is a bit desert like. Some people see beauty in a cactus others just see a prick.
What I do know is that I have gathered a greater sensitivity to it. Those who know me well find some of this to be funny because it is a contradiction. There is a core group of people whose opinions matter to me and sometimes I am far too sensitive to their comments. Sometimes those off the cuff remarks float around in my skull and just fester there.
Yet, outside of that group I tend not to notice what is said about me. I just don’t have time for it. It is a real contradiction, being so ridiculously sensitive about some things and not bothered by others.
What I do know is that I didn’t care who won the Superbowl, rust city central or soggy and wet year-round.
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