Why have we evolved to the point of needing to choose between our liveliness and our happiness? What sort of world have we made for ourselves? I read the news today—a mistake I don’t often make. As I sat in a coffee shop filled with a dozen perturbed souls—working on god knows what, or at least making a pretense of it—I thumbed through the pages of the local paper someone had left on the torn leather seat beside me.
Honesty is my new favorite policy. I fail miserably at communicating with people. Maybe I’ve been afraid of saying the wrong thing or, heaven forbid, offending someone. Who knows, who cares.
WARNING: Subject matter may be TRIGGERING