If it Weren't for Those Meddling Carbs...
If I am not writing, I am probably busy eating something that would make Shaggy and Scooby jealous... Not writing makes it easier to ignore that I am not living up to a commitment that I've made to myself. Writing reminds me how often I have taught others how to treat me by how I treat myself. Writing exposes me to exactly how uncomfortable I am when I am vulnerable. Vulnerability is why I eat like cartoon characters and pretend I won't gain weight like a human being. I am certain that I am not unique in this dance with vulnerability. The world is a briar patch full of thorny shit and long ago we humans learned how to armor up to protect ourselves from being stuck around every corner. When we are kids, fresh into this chronologically excursion through the pricklies, we are just trying to figure out the world, it doesn't take an immense amount of brains to realize that getting poked hurts, hurting sucks, and protecting yourself from getting poked means you will hurt less. T