Controversy kills me. I am curious regarding the physiology of it, but not enough to put in the effort required for satisfaction. Still, I am not clueless, I do know that I am chronically depressed, but on most days it is kept in check and I function quite nicely. However the way I manage this is to avoid the triggers that I am aware of, and one of them is getting upset.
Therefore, I work very hard to stay on an even keel, which is why I live in my own private bubble without television, radio, or pugnacious people, because for some reason these three things can manage to push me over the edge into the abyss of darkness, where debilitating fatigue and sadness smashes my soul.
Frequently though, the visitors that make it past the high and thorny barriers surrounding my bubble, do not understand why I am not willing to debate this, that, and sundry, and I find that I am less and less inclined to explain, not after so many years of failure, of being misunderstood, or scoffed at. It is easier to be perceived as uncaring. For yes, I am that egotistical.
Gosh golly gee wilikers, what a day this has been.
❤ Blessings Belinda
Ps. When I am worried about one of my children, I send a one word text, Dead. Then I proceed to worry even more until I receive back, Not Dead. Of course, my wiseacre son sends back, Yes. 🙄
