On being social in the old-school sense of meeting people and interacting with them, usually in person
In which I bring to mind an old Eurythmics song that goes ‘I could give you a mirror, to show you disappointment’, and leading me to review if I am being mouse or man.
I have love and hope; the rest will follow, with work, luck, and given half a chance.
With the recent spate of local news about mental health and fatalities, and with my concerns that community members might have fears about me (although if that is the case, no one has had the courage to ask me directly, so I may be worrying too much) I’ve decided to do a Q & A post.
I’ve been single most of my life except for a brief disastrous marriage and am currently single and happy except that biology hates me.
Theoretically I know that it’s not all on me, but I’m still tired of my lack of skills for damping down the hate that is destroying us.
Well it seems I was down but not out. I’m getting back up and getting ready to continue the round. I’m stubborn that way…
It not “mirror, mirror on the wall” but the “sound of silence”. Have I annoyed the folks at Town Hall too much, or are they just busy?
A poem and comments on being imperfect and managing feelings about that.
