It never fails. Inevitably, I end up in a group setting, like for example a book club, where people are exchanging stories about their childhood, stories of mom’s cookies, Santa Claus, and sunny bike rides through picket-fenced neighborhoods. It’s usually a group of nice, normal people.
Wild, how long ago did you freak out the book club? You write about it like it was recently. Is this behavior something you would like to change? It seems uncomfortable even for you to tell these stories? A bit hard for me to read too. Chasing Normal indeed
No, it's not uncomfortable for me to tell them at all, but people listening are usually cringing. : ) That book club was over ten years ago. I still tell uncomfortable stories all the time. Still chasing. : )
Wild, how long ago did you freak out the book club? You write about it like it was recently. Is this behavior something you would like to change? It seems uncomfortable even for you to tell these stories? A bit hard for me to read too. Chasing Normal indeed
No, it's not uncomfortable for me to tell them at all, but people listening are usually cringing. : ) That book club was over ten years ago. I still tell uncomfortable stories all the time. Still chasing. : )
This one might just be my favorite!
Thank you! It is truly my life. : )