This is one of those days when I yearn to write, but can't write what I'm focussed on. Can't write because I am so pissed off and so unable to say so to the person who should hear it.
If you were to ask me, I'd say I was an other-centred person, and that I would do my best not to hurt any of the people around whom I feel centred. I believe that. I do. And maybe what I need to do today is to put on some clothes, firm up my eyelashes and take off with a book, a credit card and no phone.
So if you see me in some bar with a glass of wine and my e-reader, please show your love by pretending you don't.